“What was your childhood like?” Amanda asked him with a punch to the shoulder.
“I didn’t really have one.” Aaron knew that this response was simple, but he thought it was the most accurate way to describe his bleak childhood.
“Come on, what about your parents?” She asked as he playfully leaned on his shoulder and made a faux pouty face. “You must have had parents, right?”
While Amanda spoke, Aaron usually looked her in the eye. Somehow he thought that because of her looks, she deserved to only be looked at through her eyes. There was something about her turquoise blue eyes as well. Aaron privately thought that her eyes were the prettiest part about her, but of course there was a deeper meaning behind them to him. That was under normal circumstances, however. When the thought of his parents came up, he somehow broke that indestructible gaze between the two of them and proceeded to stare off into space.
While keeping his focus on the point where the floor and the wall met, Aaron again gave her his most accurate way of describing what she had asked for. “Um…yea, but they didn’t like me.”
With that reply, Amanda suddenly stopped acting silly, and sprouted a more concerned look on her face. “Don’t be stupid, Aaron. They’re your parents, of course they love you! I bet you can think of a ton of times when you and your parents had a heartfelt family moment together.”
Aaron shook his head.
“Come on! I’m not taking no for an answer. Think, Stupid!” She half-yelled as she playfully kicked him. Aaron could tell that she was trying to re-lighten the mood, but he could also tell that it wasn’t working on him. Not this time at least.
“Well there was this one time I thought we were going to have one.” He said as he slowly let a grin crac...
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Aaron laid there and pondered those things for a moment or two, and then felt Amanda’s glance. He turned his attention back to her, and looked back into her beautiful blue oceanic eyes. For the first time, however, it felt like she was looking back into his eyes of dirt brown. He turned to her, and moved a stray strand of her dark brunette hair back behind her ear.
Next, he didn’t know if it was her that kissed him, or the other way around. All he felt was the feeling of her lips against his and her cool touch. All he tasted was her quirky pizza flavored lip balm. All he heard of the deep, dense silence of the empty mansion. All he saw was the soothing, calm black of the back of his eyelids. All he smelled was the scent of her pretty perfume. Finally, all he thought about was the dense fog being lifted from his mind for the first time since.
"Do you think this is all a fucking game?" He snapped at her and she backed off.
eyes…” showing Rachel’s feelings not only on her past, but also her feelings with how
“I’m going to have a little talk with your administration about if this is the way they treat their student’s,” Rachel’s mom growled.
'I hope I never will,' she [Jordan] answered. 'I hate careless people. That's why I like you.' "
Isaac didn’t reply back to what she had said. She continued to look at his face while he tried to catch his breath. She couldn’t get used to the idea that he could possibly have some relation to Orion. Isaac started to slowly jog until he made it to the front of the house, running out of breath once again. She kept up behind him and stopped right behind, seemingly annoyed.
“Would you be so kind as to take care of Annabeth for me? I’ve thought about it for a while and I don’t think I would do very well as a mother since the accident,” she said
“ You interested me since you were climbing a tree. Would you like to meet my parents?” He asked.
When Oceane walked through the door, he was the first thing she saw. One glance is all she would take, she thought to herself. His hair, a rich shade of dark blonde, caught her eye first. Her eyes quickly raked over the rest of him, noting his russet eyes and strong jawline, his ratty band tee and skinny jeans. Oceane forced herself to look away, but couldn’t help looking back at him as she walked by. He instantly captivated her because he didn’t look like everyone
“Well what happened last pageant? Were you just not prepared enough?” Averie asked, very confused and interested at the same time.
With that, she pulled him close, pulling his lips to her’s. She tasted like jasmine and sea salt, like jungle rain and wild flowers. When he was kissing her, he felt the spark between the two of them. His body was on fire, except he like the way that it burned. With one of his hands on her waist, and the other in her hair, it seemed as if she was really there. It seemed as if she was alive again. In that moment, the world was weightless, and only consisted of the two of them. When they broke apart, their foreheads touched.
"Kid I ain't gonna bite you." The gator's low voice rumbled, "That is unless you want me to." He burst into laughter, filling the entire room.
“No, you’re being a cockblocker.” We answered in unison. I knew I was going to get in trouble for that later, but it didn’t matter, nothing but the man in black mattered to me at that time. She glared at us and went back inside. There was a fight with her later on about that, but it turned out well because I had got to spend more time getting to know Devon.
“I didn 't want it to be a big deal. However, it 's an alarming subject. Trying to be nonchalant about it just makes it weird for everyone.” After Allie seeks professional help, she feels as no one understands her. She then starts to show hate towards people and not a care about her image, she wears raggedy clothes and attitude towards people.The shadows in the drawings seem to only show on her as she is wearing a dirty hoody. While her friends look happy, and with shadows on the back of their heads as the light is shinning at their faces. The artist does a good job of showing us what is not being said.
“The room was silent. His heart pounded the way it had on their first night together, the way it still did when he woke at a noise in the darkness and waited to hear it again - the sound of someone moving through the house, a stranger.”(4)
“Not the point. It’s for Eryx, and Mum and Dad would love to see you.” I pursed my lips and looked at the ground. I hadn’t even thought of going to see the people who I wish had been my parents. The last contact I had with them was Christmas day when they called to wish me a Merry Christmas. They were just lovely people like