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Hawthorn chapter 2
The day I first arrived here, one jacket was enough to keep me warm, but that was because I spent most of the day inside: in the airport, in the car, in the house. However, I quickly learned in my days off that I might need a second jacket. Fucking 59 degree average high temperature in October. The entire week before I moved from Georgia, the temperature was up in the 90s.
That's not my only problem now, as I drive to school. Now that I gotta be crime-free, I can't do my normal, crazy, escape-from-the-police driving. I have to drive slowly and carefully.
Well, I make it to school on time, and Olivia is right outside the door waiting for me, wearing an outfit identical to the one she wore days before, with the jacket-robe-tunic-thing zipped up. As I walk up to her, I can't help but notice something strange about the shadows around her. They shouldn't be that far out with the angle at which the sun is shining through a break in the trees. But before I can say a word,
When You Let Your Heart WinShe decided the rose was a perfect symbol for love. It was beautiful to look at, but if you actually tried to grab it for your own, it would only prick you and cause you pain.
She was sitting all alone on the day she discovered this comparison, squinting into the bright, hot sun of the afternoon, pondering the various elements of life. Having seen others' relationships and having a few of her own, she felt wise.
There was one friend who loved to speak of tearing all the petals from roses and tossing them to the warm currents of the summer night. One held the stem carefully in her hand, examining it and pointing out the thorns that may one day come to hurt her--or her boyfriend. Another examined all the roses around her, wondering when and if she would find the right one. The last one ignored all the flowers in the garden until a lighted red one fell at her feet.
But she who sat alone that day had always caught her love by the thorns. From the very first day, she knew they wouldn
Bitches Get StitchesMike had no idea where the tune had come from. It had just...popped into his head, and it showed no signs of leaving anytime soon. He sat through the meeting, trying to ignore it, but it wouldn't go away.
And then one of the other states had shot him some insult about his New York City, and suddenly the tune had words. 'You can talk your shit, you're only making me famous.'
That just drove him more insane. He needed to know where this song had come from.
And more importantly, why it wouldn't leave him alone.
He was almost ready to yank long island off when finally he heard Florida singing softly, "Bitches get stitches, they end up in ditches, so get the riches."
Everyone else stopped what they were doing and turned to stare at her. Laura blinked in surprise at all the sudden attention during the normally chaotic meeting. "...What?"
what love is not.it was a s l o p p y first kiss where
my drunk lips fumbled against yours.
the dull thwack of my heart,
locked behind curved ribs
cleared my groggy brain,
clouded with lustful premonitions.
it was an e l e c t r i f y i n g first kiss where
you entwined your hands in my hair.
your mouth encompassed mine and
my breath became lost in the steady
of your chest.
it was a s h y first kiss where
i pulled away before you could explore.
your tongue grazed my teeth,
searching for a way past the ivory gates.
i dug my finger into the stubble along your jaw,
my nail lulling your carnal desires.
it was my first kiss with you.
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