A + M"So, what do you think?" Michael asked, not only with his voice, but with his eyes. He was close enough to hear Audrey's breathing but not that close to understand the mess that her brain was trying to untangle. He was so much in love with her that none of alternatives felt right. She had to say yes, and she would eventually. Michael just knew that.More Like This
They were under what can be called "their tree". It was the spot they first kissed. There was something magical about that place, no one could really get it. But Audrey and Michael did. There was where, as Michael liked to say, you can see "the sky as it turns dreamy red but the gray city still lies ahead with all its reality". Audrey used to close her eyes every evening, remembering his tone when he said that. It was moments before their first kiss. The best day of her life, in fact. They had ice cream cones that day and ran after a puppy in the park. Fun, I know, and cute too.
Anyway, they were under the tree. That's what was really going
Of Warm Memories and a Failure to FocusOkay, so maybe Percy had never really been any good at focusing, but that first night in Tartarus was twice as hard.More Like This
He should have been scanning the area in the dim light of the fire, looking for potential threats. He should have been keeping a tight grip on his sword, ready to attack at a moment’s notice. He should have been keeping his ears open, listening for something that he might not be able to see.
But what was he doing instead? Staring at Annabeth.
She was curled up on her side, hugging her knees to her chest tightly, her facial expression tense, as if she were dreaming of something unpleasant. Her ankle and her various other scrapes were finally beginning to heal now that she was resting, and Percy was relieved. He’d had to carry her half the day because it hurt her too much to walk. He didn’t mind carrying her, obviously, but he had been worried about her. He still was.
She began shaking suddenly, though from the cold or the stre
First kissesAs an assumed not-normal girl, I think I have the divine right to say: I'm Amelia and my kisses have colors.More Like This
I know it's weird, but it's the truth. Every time I kiss a guy for the first time, a color pops up in my head, as well as a sentence. My friends say I'm crazy and that the only color you see when kissing is black, because your eyes are closed.
But that's not me.
So far, I had six first kisses.
My first kiss was pink: soft, light, calm. Exactly what a first kiss should be. And the sentence that came up to me was "Is this it?". I laughed really hard afterwards; I had no idea what kissing was like. His name was Peter.
My second first kiss was red. I know, it should have been intense and hot, but it wasn't. It was a cold red, pretty weird. My mind immediately pictured my own voice saying "he's not the one". Well, I dated that guy for almost a year. His name was Louis.
My third first kiss was gray. It was pretty sad and fast. I don't think I should consider it, but I promised myself