Having Peter Maximoff as a friend was as exhilarating as it was demanding. He’d been labelled ‘hyperkinetic’ by the experts, but everyone knew that it was far more extreme than that. He was superhuman, and his abilities often left you breathless. Literally. It was a nice day: Nixon had announced full responsibility of his subordinate’s actions, there was a demonstration going on at Wounded Knee, troops were coming home... Just you and Peter watching TV, drinking Pepsi and listening to the Moody Blues and Pink Floyd. He’d flit back and forth between watching M*A*S*H and playing with his stolen stuff. You were sitting on his sofa, surrounded by popsicle wrappers and overdue homework. Typical Saturday. “The Catcher in the Rye? You’re such …show more content…
His lips were moving against yours, one hand holding the back of your head. He was kissing you. It was heaven, but stopped almost as suddenly as it began. “Peter you—” You started, but he cut you off with another speedy, stolen kiss that lasted only a second. No time for sweet first-kisses with Peter. “You didn’t see that coming?” He said, stepping back and looking highly amused. You glanced up at the porch roof, the spins-like feeling finally leaving. A smile slowly broke across your face, and you felt your cheeks burning. “Nope. You actually took me surprise for once. I’m utterly shocked.” You said sarcastically, looking back at him. You reached towards him, looking through his silly goggles into his dark eyes. He kissed you again, this time at a slightly more human pace. You ran your hand through his long silver hair, making him groan and pull back with a laugh. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long, long time, you know that?” He said, his tone slower than it normally was. “I was afraid of moving too fast, but then I got bored. And the mood felt right.” His expression changed to a concerned one. “I hope it was
Literary villains are all around us. For instance, Voldemort from Harry Potter and Darth Vader from Star Wars. What makes a villain? They will go through anyone or damage anything to reach their goal. No matter how small or how tall they are, anyone can be a villain. One of the worst literary villains is Erik Fisher from Tangerine, written by Edward Bloor. He is a liar and a thief. Those traits are what makes the best villains. Throughout the book, Erik shows that he is a villain through his vile and offensive behavior, his need for power, and his insanity.
...rned my head toward his,tucked my long brown hair behind my ear, took my face with both of his hands and told me that everything would be okay. Ben pulled my face to his a gently kissed my forehead and then pulled my head to his chest, which was warm, and strong.
1. How would you feel if Prince Maxon said that he had feelings for you after deciding to only be friends?
at me with those piercing eyes and huge grin. He said, "Oh, I'm just trying to
“That’s so sweet. No guy has ever gone through so much trouble for me.” She felt her eyes welling up.
I think Jeremy Fink is the main character and Lizzy Muldon is like his sidekick. Jeremy is a very, very picky eater. He eats peanut butter sandwiches for breakfast, lunch, dinner and midnight snacks. As said in the preface,”My sweat smells like peanut butter. Since I’m such a picky eater, my mother feeds me peanut butter sandwiches at every meal, including breakfast and midnight snacks.” This is why there is a peanut butter sandwich to represent Jeremy because it's all he eats. Jeremy also loves candy and has a mutant candy collection. For example, “Some of the best are a square Good & Plenty, a candy corn with an extra layer of white and my pride and joy - a peanut M&M the size of my pinky finger.” His father’s motto was Life is short; eat
“Oh you noticed!” Rachel said trying to be coy, “You looking pretty sexy today too babe!” she then wrapped her arms around his waist and pecked him on the cheek.
...like in my dreams, “Bravo.” She said with a sly smirk on her face. “Bravo?
As I sat waiting downstairs at Pencey for Stradlater to come down from his dorm, I started to think about my first date. It was a very awkward time and I am not even sure if I would call it a date. It was with Holden Caulfield, a strange boy that is about my age. He was a sweet boy but he went a little to fast in our relationship than I was expecting.
Ah, the kiss was exciting to think about as well. I had no idea what it would be like, but I knew it would feel wonderful. This quick pucker and follow-through would be my initiation into womanhood, somehow setting me apart from other girls who could barely fill a bra or who, as rumors went, practiced kissing by mutilating fruit. A rite of passage, a first romance, yes. But my girlish head had set itself upon one quest: I would be truly in love with the young man I first
It was like living a dream. He took me out to dinner, met my parents –
Then he asked me if I had ever been kissed, this sent me into a near heart attack mode. I admitted that I hadn’t been kissed before. Then boy in front of me, the one who always held confidence, who knew so much of himself so well prior to those who do that are much older than we, blushed and apologized sincerely for not having been a better person to me and not having something to offer me this day. He looked back up at me with confidence and more love in his eyes that I had ever seen at the time. And then, Jordan softly placed his hand behind my neck, not intimately or anything like that, but in a more comforting way, moving my hair behind my shoulder and said, “If I can offer you anything special, a small gift in a small way,” and he kind of laughed at that, his voice softened again and he finished, “If you’ll let me, I’ll give you your first kiss.” The shock in my eyes must have been apparent, of course no one had ever said anything so romantic to me in my whole life (Again, I just turned fourteen), I nodded –a huge blush gracing my face as well as much as
...ent form the kiss. You need to realize though, that was no ordinary kiss. It felt like a million fireworks going off as one. Try to imagine what cartoon characters look like after a really hot woman just gave them a small peck for a kiss. How they're all drooling, how they look retarded with big, melted doggy eyes, and the walk like there drunk. That is how I felt; I mean it was a knock out and for my first kiss too! After the shock passed I calmly did a little jerk with my arm and said, "YES."
As he walked past me, I glanced up at him timidly. I looked into his eyes, realizing they were exactly like mine. Quickly I shifted my gaze to the floor, not wanting to make eye contact. It wasn't always this awkward between us, but something had changed.