A/N – This is my first story, ever. So if you choose to review, please give me suggestions about how my stories can be written on here as well as whatever you must say about my story.
Italics are thoughts
bold is shouting
bold and italics are shouting thoughts
Chapter I
The Cripty House
xoxolovedottie4 says: even as im writing this, i cant free my thoughts from his beautiful face ...
gretchensliver says: don't make me gag, dollface. He's not that great of a guy. Notice my italics on that and maybe my bold on not.
xoxolovedottie4 says: Gretchen, you just don't know what it's like, to be in love.
gretchensliver says: when someone can't even kiss you in front of people, i'd say that's below like-like, dungbell.
xoxolovedottie4 says: Gretchen, you just don't know.
xoxolovedottie4 says: there's just something about him that's so, exhilarating... no, that's not nearly the word...
gretchensliver says: Dot, this isn't even a "bad boy" here, this is that dorky kid from our Algebra class!
xoxolovedottie4 says: he's not dorky... you wouldn't understand.
gretchensliver says: dottie, i'm worried about you.
gretchensliver says: this just isn't you...
gretchensliver says: dottie?
gretchensliver says: dottie!
xoxolovedottie4 signed off at 10:00PM
gretchensliver says: damnit dottie...
A chair pushes back, Dottie swiftly signs off AIM and heads over to the only window in her bedroom. A dark shadow is perched just outside, whistling a happy tune. Why's he so upbeat tonight?
To Be Continued.