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Forbidden Chapter 1*beep beep beep*Forbidden Chapter 1 in General Fiction
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I groaned as I slapped the source of the most annoying sound known to man. I hate mornings so much. Rolling over, I tossed my blanket over my head, beginning to drift back asleep.
"Jayy," I hear a voice a few minutes later. "Jayy, honey, wake up. You're going to be late for school."
"I don't want to go," I whined, curling up into a ball and hiding my face even more into my pillows. I heard a sigh before I was surrounded by cool air and blinding light.
"You'll get up right now or you'll never see your precious phone again."
"Fine, no one talks to me anyways," I argued, grabbing my pillow and placing it over my head. It didn't last long before that too was snatched off of me.
"You're always doing something on your phone, with those things in your ears. If you want to keep them, then I suggest you get up this instant." Rolling over, I looked at my mom, her hands were on her hips. She didn't look too pleased.
"Ugh, fine. Just five more minutes."
"Now, Jeremy." Shit. She ne
Forbidden Chapter Two~Saturday morning~Forbidden Chapter Two in Introductions & Chapters
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I decided to wake up early to tidy up my room a bit before Dahvie came over. And I won't lie, another part of getting up early was to make sure I looked my best, without looking like I tried to hard. I guess you could say I had a tiny crush on Dahvie. Though nothing much yet, I mean, I only met him two days ago.
Yesterday, we finished the majority of our project in class. Unlike everyone else in the class, we didn't have much to talk about other than a few topics that quickly diminished from both of us being incredibly shy. I'm not as shy as him, however, but I could still feel the awkward tension in the air. It didn't help that I was trying my hardest not to mess anything up, or say anything wrong.
Currently, it was 11:30 in the morning. Dahvie is supposed to show up around 3pm. This gives me plenty of time to get ready. I hopped in the shower, slowly scrubbing my body in the almost too hot water. I've always loved showers, they're just so relaxing, and I can get a
Forbidden Chapter Four~Two weeks after that night~Forbidden Chapter Four in Short Stories
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You ever get the feeling that maybe you should slow down, wait a bit, but at the same time you just can't wait any longer? You don't want to risk anything by going quickly, but don't want to risk anything by going slow? Is it bad or good to wait? You don't want to wait, lose your chance, chicken out, never know what could've been. You just want to do it now and get it over with. However, that feeling stays put in the back of your mind that things don't always go as planned and you should just watch as everything gets laid out for you. But you're impatient. So many questions run through your mind. Finally, you decide to just go for it, risk everything for all. Well, that's me, at this very moment.
I stood anxiously outside the decrepit house, still holding on to the feeling of 'new' with it's freshly cut grass and just as freshly painted window trimming. It was most likely a good hundred years old, or it looked that way. It just had that feel to it. The side
Forbidden Final Chapter~One week later (Friday Afternoon)~Forbidden Final Chapter in Short Stories
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Finally, after one long week of being grounded, I finally was allowed to have Dahvie over. He went to school today, and it was the first time I got to see him since that one night. It was like one of those romantic movies, you know, the two don't see each other for awhile and once they meet eyes they run and jump into each others arms, then kiss deeply. I mean, it wasn't exactly like that, it was much more discrete of course. After school we walked together to my house, which is where we are now, silently laying on my bed lost in our own thoughts.
I hear him sigh on the other side as he stares at the ceiling, idly playing with his long dark hair.
"What's up?" I ask, sitting up and facing him.
"Huh? Nothing, just thinking," he says, sighing again at the end.
I eye him suspiciously, "thinking about what?"
He pulls himself up to sit up straight and shrugs. "I don't know everything. The future. Us. Just everything. Like what will I be doing in ten years?