Hiyaz! I'm Stephanie (Steph/Stephi fer short). I love to write, but I have a habit of not finishing, cuz I get other wonderful ideas. This is probably the longest story I've started to write for a LONG time. Weww (well) I hope you like it!
WARNING~possible Lemons
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Ikuto-Yawn, I'm uber tired, why do I sleep in such a sad place?? =(
Stephi - Aww, poor Ikuto, so cold.
Kiri - I'll take good care of you, despite how mean I can be.
A girl, the age of 14, sat on a park bench. A boy with shaggy dark blue hair sat beside her, only a few feet away. He could care less about her, but she caught his every movement, though there weren't many.
'He seems to be very still, I wonder why. Isn't he at all cold?' the girl thought to herself, being curious, as always. Slowly, the boys eyelids slipped closed. He slouched slightly, as if to get more comfortable, and then wrapped his arms tightly around him, almost as if to shield his body from the harsh sting of the winter winds.
The girl turned to a new page in her sketchbook, and shifted her body towards the boy, crossing her legs. Pencil pressed against paper, she began to slowly slide lines across. Every minute or so, she would look up at the boy's face, try to memorize his features.
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'Ah, finally, I'm finished!' The girl exclaimed mentally. She leaned back, holding her arms out wide, the sketchbook in her hands. She squealed at how wonderfully the portrait had turned out.
"Mmm…" Practically dropping her notebook at the sudden groan, the girl glanced at the boy. He shifted his body, just barely.
"Hey, hey, wake u-"out of no where a hand shot up and grabbed the girl's neck. She glanced down, and realized the boy was staring at her intently, his hand gently sliding down from her neck. Surprisingly, his hand didn't leave her body; instead, it traveled down to one of her hands. The boy gripped it firmly, and tugged at it ever so slightly.
Again, something "strange" happened. Another hand seemed to slink up her leg, working its way to the small of her back. She realized this hand also belonged to the boy. "You're name?" he whispered.
She couldn't not reply, but she didn't exactly want to reply. "Kiri, my name is Kiri Chambers."
Stephanie - Okay, so my first chapter was pretty short. But I'm kinda chaptering it by the pov's I've written. I have at least 4 chapters written, so I just have to publish them. This is my first story, so please Rate and Review. If there's anything I need to fix, tell tell tell! Any spelling errors, let me know. FANK YOU!!