"You could... Nevermind." I said walking towards my room.
"What?" He asked, stopping me.
"I was just going to say you could come to my room, but I'm sure you don't. Good night Tobi." I smiled and started to walk away. I can't believe I just said that. He wouldn't come to her room till they were married.
Some say laughing is the best medicine but what do you do when you can't laugh anymore?
Multiple personalities are just good social skills.
(Jess) *Ha! I snagged a computer and hacked into my cousins e-mail... ok but it's still me, Max*
My eyelids fluttered, I forced myself awake. It was almost dawn and I think everyone was asleep, I got out of my room, it smelled like a cat had puked. Ha, maybe I had. I went into the kitchen, I looked out the window and rubbed my arms. Something was going on with my body and didn't even know what it was. I wanted to know... I NEEDED to know. I thought of weather I should stay or go. If I stayed I'd cause pain to all the people around me and if I left... well, I didn't know until I tried and then it came to me... I had to go.
I went into my room-grabbed the only couple of thing I had and the picture of Me, Jared, Amber, Tobi, and Maria. I closed my eyes and let out a breath... I was leaving... I had to and I couldn't look back. I turned to look at the living room one last time.
"Please, forgive me." I whispered aloud, speaking to everyone in the house. I turned on my heel and began to walk slowly out of the house.
*don't worry I'm not leaving the storybook*
We're meant to be one
I know we are...
If I am the Sky
Then you are my star... ™
He pulled me into a hug, I felt freaking short he was at least five inches taller than me. I hugged him too then whispered.
"I'm sorry." I then reached for the back of his neck, I knew all the muscles in the human body, I knew then like a prayer then I pushed one in, he collapsed in my arms I layed him softly on the ground. "I love you." and then... I went.
We're meant to be one
I know we are...
If I am the Sky
Then you are my star... ™
The bigger the issue, the smaller you write. Remember that. You don’t write about the horrors of war. No. You write about a kid’s burnt socks lying on the road. You pick the smallest manageable part of the big thing, and you work off the resonance. — Richard Price