" Were you planning to take Luke and leave us behind?" I asked.
She opened her mouth surprised as my aunt rolled her eyes.
" Yeah, what were your plans? " I asked again.
I blinked back the tears and wore a blank expression as the memories of that day hit me. The day I was first left behind.
" Hey, what are you doing," my father had asked when he found me outside eating alone.
" Well, I'm doing me," I answered.
I was eating with me, spending quality time with me in a way that I had never done before.
" How was your trip?"
" Well I was worried that no one would ask, how hiking the Kilimanjaro was like." I confessed
" Well I'm all ears, you can tell me all the nitty gritty details," he winked attempting a sense of humor to lift my spirits.
I once read somewhere that you have to loose an argument to preserve friendship.Was it worth loosing this argument when all my siblings were at stake. When Luke was in the other end.Nana recoverd after a while and Luke was already awake. We all kept quiet as she breathed in and out holding Luke's little hand.He smiled flashing a gap where he had lost his milk teeth. It was funny." Nana, where did you sleep?" He asked smiling." Just here I'll tell you," she replied.Seeing Luke stabilized her and the little boy was better than doctors." Can I tell you a secret?" He asked." Sure, tell me," nana replied.The smile on her face was so wide and she couldn't hide it no matter how much she grinned.Luke moved closer signalling to her ear and we all watched.
Seriously nana. I had always suspected. The last time I was their they were sneaking around like teenagers but I just kept quiet.The old man liked me and I didn't mind.We gossiped like three little girls and laughed all the way." So this one day he took me out and prepared a surprise picnic for us, it was fun." She said." So grandma, what's your idea of a perfect date?" I asked." Well , vibe is a key element, their must be a vibe or rapid between us," she said." And I always liked talk people," she added." Nana, you ain't tall, why all the standards," I laughed. "" Well, I girl got to have some class, otherwise the will all walk on you." She said." Well, Twaine, it's confession time, we know you have someone, don't try to lie," she mocked." Yeah, she has, you t
Steve's P.O.VI sat on the bench outside and let the sounds of the city down my chaotic thoughts.I never thought I would love a girl this much. Love someone's so hard. It's like I had handed her my heart on a platter. She could do what she wanted with it. For one she could take care if it and love it or hand it back to me broken .Once I had asked Jake why he was a player, why he was a hit and run. His answer was simple, one that left us all laughing wildly." I used to love this sweet but crazy psycho bitch," he had said." What do you mean sweet but crazy?" we all asked." Well, she was a package of pure mischief, pure mischief only for me, it was wild and crazy, then it all fell down, it all cracked, it all fell apart," the drunken Jake had said." I fell so hard, it was like you were flying a plane high up in the air and it cru
Twaine's povI stood their for a while watching him sitting their quietly.He was quiet and seemed to be lost in some deep thought. Whatever it was he smiled to himself and but his lower lip.The background noises were a distant cacophony of city voices and cars, and a luring sound of birds and trees.He was even more handsome and appealing as I only stared at the other side of his face.God, I didn't deserve him. He was too good for me. Too good for me. Through all the ups and downs he was still here.Even when I had given him a thousand reasons to leave.Even when I had told him I couldn't fight.Even after he found out that I wouldn't bat an eyelid or think about him before I killed myself.Our love, well my love for him was wild and chaotic, mad and ferocious.He was a package of pure mischief and bad b
As flowers blossom in spring, happiness blooms in emotional warmth.I gasped as my breath hitched in my mouth."Oh my God," I gasped again.He was wearing the cutest smile in the world as he looked into my eyes and held my gaze their." I know this is a lot to ask but allow me to ask you to be my best friend, my girlfriend, let me be the first person you want to call and see everyday, I want you to let me in, I'm not perfect but i can do my best to make girl happy, Twaine, please be my girlfriend" he finished.He was on one knee and as he spoke i couldn't hide the happiness and smile in my face even if i tried. Everything seemed perfect right now. he was word and emotion perfect. It was true that 9one happy moment could undo all the sad momentsHis blue eyes sparkled with the skin a little wrinkled, round and dark under them, a sign he hadn't been sleeping well. His mouth was a little drawn at the corners as the
Jake came and literally swept me off my feet. He wrapped his hands around me in and moved in circles laughing loudly." God, Jake put me down, " I cried. After a while he put me down and for the first time I noticed he looked young and handsome. I wouldn't blame all the girls who always lute after him."Well, if he ever tries anything I have a car ready and a jet, don't hesitate ill be your fairy tale prince and take to heaven, " He winked." Well, I can bring heaven to you, he will take you their but ill bring it to you," Steve winked. His joke was so straight and true reminding me of a song that I knew very well,Heave by JuliaMichaelsThe lyrics beg playing in my head and i smiled slowly.They say good boys take you to heaven but bad boys bring heaven to you,Icant imagine cause Iknow its true,good boys take you to heaven, but bad boys bring heave to you&
Steve's POV"Yooh Jake, where are you, we are going on a mission," I texted Jake." Copy," he replied. " How many bullets do we need?"I laughed at the humor and shook my head slowly.Jake had been my friend since fresh man year and their was a good reason why he had always stayed my friend till then.He knew how to mind his own business, nothing bothered him. I had already started wondering if a tornado or earthquake would shake his world.During the time when i was famed in the whole school and drama followed me around, i was confused. My mama was running around in Instagram posting pictures of us everywhere and playing the victim.Of course she was no damsel in distress as she posted cute photos of her crying. And people liked her verified Instagram account.People begin following me around school for no good reas
Twaine'sPOV" Cindy you've got to tell me how you dyed your hair without letting me know," I cried." Girl chill, you already saw it coming,"She had always spoken about liking redheads. Well Cindy was bisexual, she loved redheads and was aspiring to be one ever since we first met .Being a bisexual, she never tried anything with me, even as roommates. Their was always an unsaid golden rule of privacy and lanes.Though I had always loved her as a sister. Her leaving an announced had broken my heart. She was literally my only friend the only one who had broken clean through them.The walls around me were high and written I don't need you anyway. That's was always my mentality until now. Why would I need them if they were going to leave me behind. If as soon as I started needing them back they would stop needing me. As soon as I got attached I would cry for days feeling detached and struggling to get used