Aiden smiled at her adoringly. He loved her so much. He felt like a love sick pup who couldn't stay away. He smiled at her. "That's good. Shall we go to class baby?"
"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
"Course." She smiled as they walked into the class finding seats close to each other. Sola wasn't sure she'd be able to pay attention with him sitting next to her. But she had better she'd have to.
((Sorry long long day. Stupid little siblings are driving me up the wall))
He smiled. She was so close and perfect. He didn't ever want to be with out her. She was his world.
"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
I tried with the whole...Bring in naughty girl thing...
"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
Aiden tried not to laugh the whole class as Sola couldn't seem to concentrate on the teacher. Instead, she kept glancing at him and blushing. He tried so hard. As they walked out of class together he started cracking up.
"What?"
"Are you going to do that all day?"
"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
Aiden smiled. "You can't seem to concentrate in class." He teased.
"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
Aiden laughed. He kissed her hand. "So what are we not going to focus on next?" He teased.
(If u can, get in yahoo!!!!)
"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
He smiled and lead her to the classroom. He stopped and pushed her against a wall. He started kissing and frenching her passionately before class. "You look so beautiful today." Then he lead her into class and smiled.
"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
(((Kinda, I'm doing physics homework I should've had done a week ago that is due tomorrow. It's like 6 worksheets and a chapter of reading and a reveiw. :@ Shoot me please, I'm so glad you posted, I needed a short break from it anyway. Science is not my thing.)))
Sola hardly had any time to catch her breath. She sat down in class not being able to think straight. She hated this. She's always been glad she was able to keep her mind thinking clearly on tough occasions, but this wasn't even a bad thing and she could hardly think straight.
Aiden laughed. He loved that! He loved her so much! Suddenly there was the blond cheerleader on his other side. She walked right inbetween Aiden and Sola. She sat down on his lap.
"Hey baby. You know you want some."
He tried to push her off...but she wouldn't get off. He growled. "Get off me, please."
"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
I don't care what the miserable excuse is
for showing the death of books, live, on screen.
Men, I could understand; but books! - — Edwin Morgan, From the Video Box 2
I've still nothing. I'm sick but does my mom believe me? NO! :@ Shoot me..***
