20. July. 2007.
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"What are you doing here?" I ask Connor in disbelief as I tackle him onto the grass. He laughs a pleasant one. Always does.
"Your mom told me to come and get you."
"Why?"
"You've been gone for two days. Everyone's looking for you. But I knew." He taps my nose, making me giggle. "I knew where you were, you devil."
He kisses me, knees go weak and all of life doesn't matter anymore as his lips press perfectly against mine. I mean, don't get me wrong. Life usually doesn't matter, but now I have a reason to live.
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In the Days of Chapstick, Gum, and Soda
HumorI might write a book. I don't know. Life happens to get in the way of that sometimes. * * * * * Inspired by @Woowoowriting and her books: The Darlings of Suburbia and Seeking Connections. * * * * * Short Story #319 Hu...
