Disobedience, spoiled, brat, depressed, wealthy, spiteful, she-dog, insane, deceiver, and many more description that people would use to describe Fiona Coyne, The antonym of her identical twin brother Declan Coyne. Charming, outgoing, friendly, wealthy (well yawl do have rich parents), sane, trustworthiness, joyful, admirer, and much more. Basically Declan is the lightness and Fiona is the darkness. So why am I standing out here in a twenty degree weather blizzard freezing my buttocks off might I add. Contrary, due to the belief of our ignorance classmates of people generally, they don't see what I see. I've dated Declan Coyne before he was suppose to be my prince charming, my happy ever after, the ticket to a wonderful-future-family.
But, I was wrong. Yes, I admit I was wrong because I changed myself, to be perfect for him. To be the girl in the fairy tale and, all it did was bring me further down to my spiral path of doom. However, with you, I can be me. I don't have to act to be perfect with you.
It doesn't matter if I work in Little Miss Steaks which for my work outfit I dress as a cow girl. You've been there even when I stole from you, and Declan broke up with me. Fiona, you are beautiful, breath taking, sensitive, attractive, trustworthy, sane, outspoken, I can go all night describing what I see in you. But, all it will total is how much I love you. Yes; Fiona Coyne, I love you, not your brother Declan, you!
You have my heart and will always have it, So I'm begging in this twenty freaking degree weather blizzard to open the door. Furthermore might I add I'm in my work clothes. Shivering, teeth chattering I about to turn around and leave when the door open. Standing in the door, was Fiona, blocking me from entering to welcome the heat to my body. She walked up to me and wrapped her arms around my neck, as I wrap my arms around her body. I love you too, Fiona said, smiling, giving me a kiss on the lips.
I knew it was worth it the good and bad. Cause there only one Fiona Coyne, and my life would be boring without her. Breaking apart, Fiona pulled back and grabbed my hand. Walking in the house, the heat hit me with full arms of welcome. Lying down on the couch, I grabbed the blanket wrap it around me. I pull the blanket up when Fiona came to cuddle with me. Putting the blanket on us, About to go to sleep when I hear. " But again I'm spiteful, remember?"; said Fiona. Correction she going to be the death of me.