FOR FRIGGIN' PETE'S SAKE! I'm a 7-Eleven Girl, not a LIT enthusiast! Tho...i do love those fantabulousness that peoples write about them... but...Just look there! I'm a Dock Saints of Boon Love! My name wants to say it awwwl... But, I got inspired, and if you would, i'd love some feed back, because lets face it... this is short. and it was like BAM! what if she just SAID IT! HOLY SHYZA! Ya Know, so here. read it... no idea about continuation, but i was bored-o4theLUVof7-Eleven 3
They were watching The Lord of the Rings and she was uncomfortable sitting beside him, holding his hand-pretending. She knew she was pretending. But then he leaned in towards her with his arm around her shoulder and she turned away, making his nose hit her cheek. She couldn't look at him, because she knew that hurt would be in his eyes-the ones she used to never want to look away from, but now finds it extremely hard to even glance into…
She felt so…closed in-like there wasn't enough air in the space for the both of them, and she remembers when they fell asleep, the incident that rendered him Narcolepsy Boy, when she and her mother hadn't talked, when they fell asleep in Ms. Patty's. And she wanted that feeling back, she wanted that feeling for Dean-not someone else-not the boy in the diner that looked at her sometimes as if she were everything, who made everyone else disappear when the diner was full…
"Dean," she whispered. Still not looking at him, she lifted her hand from his grasp and shifted her left knee so that he wouldn't touch her there… "I… Like Jess."
She got up and left the bookstore, hiding herself behind her hair, looking back to see him on the couch, stiff, unmoving. She wasn't guilty. She let out a sigh and smiled. Happy to be happy about something else. Someone else.
COOKIE PLEASE! REVIEWS WOULD MAKE MY SELF ESTEEM SKYYYY ROCKET!even if its the worst criticism to walk the earth, if my pain feeds you, so beee it 3