blurry lines_Cousins or Berkeley_SEE YOU AGAIN_Living As Kings
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blurry lines
whats the line between friendship or something more?She felt so radiant, so happy and head over heels but the fear, fear of losing this, losing him, made her choke. Choke on her words, on moving further forward, on defining what this was.This. This weird friendship, that seemed to blur into something more. Drunken kisses, showing up to her lectures, wrapping her tight in his hoodies, commenting on what music she was listening to, inviting her over in the middle of the night to play wii and curl up together on the couch. To bring her cups of hot chocolate, talk underneath the stars, run hand in...
Cousins or Berkeley
“So what’s this big secret, Kor?” asked Hayley, smiling at her best friend, amused. “You can’t tell anyone, especially my parents.” Hayley nodded, impatient to hear what was so secretive. Kori took a deep breath, “I can’t come to Berkeley with you.” “What?” “I can’t come to Berkeley with you,” repeated Kori. Haley stared at her friend, mouth agape. “You-you what? You can’t come with me? Kori, this has been our dream since we were 12! We’ve beewww.onedoor.ccn planning our entire lives around this!” Kori’s eye darted to her shoes and she rubbed her arms against the cold. “I know, and I’m sorry. But Brett, he ...
SEE YOU AGAIN
SEE YOU AGAINThe end-of-year winds were blowing with so much gusto it made the trees begin to dance to the rhythm of the breeze. It didn't seem like a pleasant tune, for the dancing trees began to arch their backs, almost as if they would soon break.The previous night, Ret had told Ban there was something they should discuss. Ret, although of a normal height compared with other young girls of her age, she was missing a few inches, and that made Ban, her brother, make fun of her daily. He was only of average height, but he was tall enough to make fun of several people.Ret had a glowing skin t...
Living As Kings
Looking down from the great fortress under the famous Tower Clock on his home town my “walking manager” was very satisfied as I was chasing various odors around and Paco was following me. I thought this fabulous day and stroll all over this side of the river, my side, would never come. Strangely he didn`t come to walk us for a fortnight. Usually, he came every two or three days, across the river, but no news for so long. I was ecstatic, when the front gate opened and his tall figure petted me, but strangely, his face was covered with some mask. He didn`t enter into the house, waving to my owne...