I came into this world wrinkled and ugly. And no matter how much I accumulate here, it's a short journey. I will go out of this world wrinkled and ugly. So I enjoy life.
Lol. We'll see what happens. I think all the girls should fight over us two guys. :p
"This kind of love is not a product of reasonings and statics--it just comes-none knows whence-and can't explain itself. And doesn't need to." Mark Twain
"This kind of love is not a product of reasonings and statics--it just comes-none knows whence-and can't explain itself. And doesn't need to." Mark Twain
Jacen isn't claimed by anyone...he's still up for grabs. Who's going to start?
"This kind of love is not a product of reasonings and statics--it just comes-none knows whence-and can't explain itself. And doesn't need to." Mark Twain
Julie
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I looked at all the teens around me. Absoulute strangers to me.
"Please do come inside." said Mr. Colleyville(his son)
We all stepped inside.
"Wow." I said, looking at the gigantic living room.
It had a big chandelier hanging from the roof, and it was probably bigger then my whole house.
"Wow's right." said a super cute guy.
"Now here are your room keys, please do come down so we can have supper." he said.
We all said thanks then made our way upstairs.
I looked at some random girl.
"So..." I said.
"So..." she said.
"Umm..nice shirt." I said.
"Thanks." she said smiling.
Wow...I so suck at starting convos.
I tossed my hair back and smiled. "You my roomate?" I asked.
"Yeah, I guess."
I laughed. "It's cool. I won't bother you, I promise. I don't bite." I teased. I saw her glance at Jacen. "You like?"
"He's cute."
"We're neighbors. He's like a brother to me."
Jacen:
I followed the only other guy. "Looks like we're outnumbered." I said.
He laughed. "Yup."
"I don't know about you, but I'm kinda liking the odds." i grinned.
"This kind of love is not a product of reasonings and statics--it just comes-none knows whence-and can't explain itself. And doesn't need to." Mark Twain
She poked at the fine furniture as everyone chatted amongst themselves.
"The key to your room, miss." Some old guy handed her the key and sauntered off.Well, I guess he wants me to go to my room. Too bad. She looked around at the other teens there, and counted about two boys and maybe five girls. Sighing, she knew those crazy little girls were going to tear each other's hair out for those two.
Oh well. She sat in the fancy recliner-like chair she had been poking at and looked around the massive sitting room, thinking that these people had way too much money. I don't feel like going to my room right now. So the old guy can just wait. No matter peoples age, she would call them "old" or "kid".
I looked around at our room. It was nice. Gorgeous. I loved expensive things. I smiled. "Cool place. But i think I'm going to go look around...check out the other guy that was with Jacen. Want to come with?"
Jacen:
"Awesome. This is going to be fun." I smiled. "Think we could have a party or something in our room? I'd like to meet all the girls." I teased.
He laughed. 'So..how old are you?"
"Sixteen, you?"
"This kind of love is not a product of reasonings and statics--it just comes-none knows whence-and can't explain itself. And doesn't need to." Mark Twain
