I was afraid to m e e t you.
When I first m e t you...
I was afraid to k n o w you.
When I first k n e w you...
I was afraid to l i k e you.
When I first l i k e d you...
I was afraid to l o v e you.
When I first l o v e d you...
I was afraid to t e l l you.
When I first t o l d you...
I was afraid to h o l d you.
When I first h e l d you...
I was afraid to k i s s you.
When I first k i s s e d you...
I was afraid to h a v e you.
When I first h a d you...
I was afraid to l
and let the little snowflakes land
in her light-colored locks,
and i never loved her more than then.
Varia groaned and stretched, reaching up with one hand to rub the sleep from her eyes, and suddenly froze in place. A moment later, her eyes flew open and she shot up into a sitting position on her bed. She had only meant to rest her eyes for a moment, and instead managed to fall asleep in an awkward position lying across her bed with her feet danging over the edge toward the floor. At least... that was how she remembered lying there. Now she found herself properly laid out on the bed, a fresh dent in the pillow where her head had just been. Apparently someone had moved her – perhaps Cullen, maybe Irving – and she had been so exhausted she didn't even register it.
"Maker's breath!" she uttered quietly, wondering just how late it was. If she had slept well into the night and Jowan had already been taken for his Rite of Tranquility, she would never forgive herself.
She took off her apprentice robe and poured some water into the basin at her bedside to wash
Once inside the mansion, the five mutants made their way to where Warren would be staying. Bobby kept a little too close as Scott opened the bedroom door and waved the newest arrival inside. His room was certainly the largest; it stretched to almost twice the width of Bobby’s and he wasn’t afraid to air his complaints about it.
“Whoa, your room is huge, man!” Bobby’s mouth gaped as he entered the large bedroom, “I mean, mine is twice the size of my room at home but jeez, this is gigantic!” he leaned up towards Warren’s handsome face, “Is this because you’re rich? Did you bribe the Professor?”
That earned Bobby a smack around the head from Scott, silencing the youngest mutant. Warren placed his bags on the bed and ran his hands through his blonde hair, which hung just below his ears, and sighed. Moving to the window, he quickly opened it as wide as it would go, physically relaxing as the fres
By the time I got to Wetfern, I had caught a Slakoa, a Molet, and a Pokémon called Skitru, which had a type I had never herd of before: Speed. As soon as I entered the city, I heard a scream! I ran to the Gym, and I found somebody outside. I said to her: "What's going on? Can you tell me?" She sniffled, and said: "The bad girls took my precious Water-types! Please, will you help me get them back?" I then said: "Of course. But, can you tell me where they went?" She then said: "The bad girls in red went to route 72. Please, hurry!" I then ran to route 72. When I got there, I saw a girl in red. I then went up to her, and said: "Hey, you! Are you the one that took the Water-types? Tell me!" the girl said: "Nope. That was Jane's doing. We, Team Mars, are using Pokémon to try and achieve our goal. If we have enough, we can access Giganoth's power, and we will rule the world! Dare to stop us?" I then said: "Of course I will! Now, let's battle!" She sent out a
It was an unusually quiet afternoon hanging around BloodFIRE headquarters. Orng, Pnk, and some of the others had left a while back to go stir up some trouble, so it wasn’t as chaotic as normal. But Frst was feeling lazy that day, which was why he was watching Nvy “train” Vrmln instead of joining the troublemakers. It was a little funny to watch the kid get beat up by his uncle, who kept shouting combat tips and what Nvy must’ve thought was encouragement.
“Keep your chin down! C’mon, kid, use those twigs for arms! Gimme all you got!”
Frst rolled his eyes at the fighting duo. If the blue-haired man had any sense, he would’ve been training Vrmln based around his small size. The shrimp should’ve been focusing on improving his speed and dodging techniques, but his uncle was trying to up his puny strength instead. It was such a waste of time. Frst would know; he’d always been a pretty