and that individual is I ----- It should be: and that individual is me.
In till the day they met again. ---Until
Neither had it hurt that he was madly in love with me. He probably still is, but I haven’t spoken to him in years. Ok, I wouldn't say 'spoken to' because you do speak to him later. Maybe reword it to "I haven't payed the slightest attention to him in years" or something like that.
The only thing I would say at his funeral is that the world was one less tennis player. Just wanted to say, this line is gold. I literally laughed out loud.
Then again, there was that one time that I had thrown a pair of panties and a bra on the floor to go take a shower, but when I had gotten back, they had mysteriously disappeared. Either there was a perverted ghost in the apartment, or a thieving animal. I never saw them again. It hadn’t happened since then, but I still felt like someone was watching me undress. I really enjoyed this part, too. I know that exact feeling.
The only thing that I wore for pajamas back then was a pair of satin booty-shorts, as the Americans would say, and a matching satin camisole. I feel like you should take out the "as the Americans would say". That was the only thing that bugged me about this story. You mention Americans like they are a different species. Trust me, I'm Canadian and we don't talk like that, so I doubt the Brits would either.
“Once again, my darling, we’ve watched it many of times at your own house. How about we watch some scary movies I’ve received from America?” A few weeks before this time of joy with Callie, my parents took me on a trip to see the Americas. There I bought bunches of scary movies that you couldn’t buy in London. Sure, we had plenty of scary movies, but none were as good as the ones you could find in America.Another example, you mention America three times. Oh, and you could switch it up by saying the US once in a while.
It hadn’t work. If only I had the power to be as cheerful as Lucas, I thought. Then I wouldn’t have to worry about all this.
As I served the ball, it was struck by a random stroke of lightening as dark clouds rolled over us. Not only was the ball gone, vanquished by fire, but it had caught the net on fire as well. Callie pretended to faint, only to fall on her butt. I raised an eyebrow at her act. I slowly walked around the burning net over to her. Lucas came to my side, asking if I was okay, barely giving Callie a glance. I waved him off, not wanting his lack of care for her to upset her. I pick her up in my arms and she whispers.“Lucas, is that you?” But instead of answering her, I threw her up in the air as high as I could and let her come back to my arms. She was “awake” then. She took one look at me and gave me a devilish glare.
Now just get over yourself.
While I loved them too
With his chest bare, the rest of the world looked bleak. That tan skin seemed to last forever, but his trousers hid any evidence. He reached out for me, with want in those icy blue eyes. Then, I’m awaked I would say, woken.
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