AngelOfTheNight1990

    "-ey, can you hear me?" a deep voice came to your ears.    "What?" you replied, severely tired and comfortable on whatever surface you were on. You kept your eyes closed. "Yeah..."    "Right, okay. So...who are you?"    "Mm... (YN)."    "I'm Mark."    "That's nice..."    "Can you... I mean, do you want to get up?"    "Not really."    "Would you mind? I think you'll want to look in a mirror." You groaned and sat up, rubbing your eye with your palm. God, you were tired. You weren’t sure as to why.    “Alright, then...,” you sighed. Your vision was a little blurry at first, but you could make out the shape of a bed

    "Night walk?" Wade repeated.    "Yeah," Mark nodded. You stood close behind.    "Why?"    "Because it'll be fun!" you pressed, throwing an arm around Mark's shoulders. Mark nodded, agreeing.    "This isn't one of those 'hide from the cops' walks, is it?" Wade asked.    "No!" Mark laughed. "We're just going to go down to the baseball field and look at the stars and stuff."    "Yeah," you agreed. "There's no moon tonight and it's clear. We were going to go out to see the sunset, but we got lazy." Wade rolled his eyes, standing up.    "Alright," he sighed. You and Mark high-fived one another, running upstairs to grab jackets and shoes

    "You falling asleep?" Dan asks, my face shoved in his knee. I nod and mumble a sleepy 'uh-huh.' He kisses my head and situates me so I'm more in his lap and it's not as uncomfortable for the both of us. He tosses a blanket over me and I sigh happily. Whatever stupid movie the boys put on plays in the background as I listen to the gentle tap of the rain outside hitting various objects. Dan's hand rubbing my back helps me doze off soundly.    The doze doesn't end long as a loud crash goes off outside. I jump and look out the window with wide, fearful eyes. My heart pounds as I realize the rain got harder, and the wind picked up. I start to

   I hit the floor with a squeak. Sitting up, I see my boyfriend stretched out wide on the bed. I glare at his sleeping form and get up. I grab a pillow and make my way to the couch. I put my pillow down, and lay on top of it. After about three minutes, I start to fall asleep. Only for the alarm in the room go off, and Dan clear his throat. Heavy shuffling comes down the hall, and I sit up to watch him make coffee like a complete zombie. I roll my eyes and lay back down, knowing he won't be a person till after his cup.    I stare at the ceiling, and as the shuffling comes to the couch, curl up so he can sit by my feet. His hand goes to my le

READ DESCRIPTION AFTER READING STORY   The first day of high school. We all know how hellish that can be. But, what about one added element? It was quiet, walking through the halls. It always is quiet. I see girls hug their friends, and guys rough housing. I bite my lip and look down at the single yellow sheet of paper containing my schedule and other information. I see my locker number, and look up to read the numbers on the lockers themselves. 463, 464, 465, ah here. 466. I look at the combination number, and attempt to open it. Turn right, left, right again all the way and pull. I grunt as it doesn't unlock, and tug on it several more ti

You pulled your hand out and looked at your palm. It was.... A FUCKING PIECE OF BARBED WIRE STUCK IN YOUR HAND! NO WONDER IT HURT! You swear you almost screeched when you saw it. Having a piece of metal stuck in your hand and gushing blood wasn’t exactly something normal or something to stay calm about. But of course who other than James to come to the rescue and walk up to you. He was experienced with barbed wire, he should be able to help with this. Without a word he grabbed your wrist, tight enough to slow blood flow but not enough to hurt you, and dragged you to the nearest bathroom. You followed obediently, without a word also,

You pulled your hand out and looked at your palm. It was.... A small bear key-chain. You smiled softly at the thing. It was so cute and small, white as pure snow, fluffy as an actual bear, and had a tiny red maple leaf sewn to its belly instead of the usual stomach patches you would see. You knew exactly who this belonged to… You glanced around for the cute little Canadian, unable to spot him in the circle of people. You turned back, seeing him standing in front of you with a cute little pink tinge to his cheeks. You handed back the key chain, heading towards the closet with him beside you. “Right you two! No funny business~!&

You pulled your hand out and looked at your palm. It was.... A tomato plush? Aw it was so cute! (This thing http://tinyurl.com/gnqleq7 ) You smiled at the tiny thing, glancing around to try and find the culprit that put it in the hat, eyes soon coming across the only two that would own things like these. “Hey Toni-- Lovi. Who’s is this?” The two in question looked over, blinking lightly. “Oh, that’s mine!” answered a cheerful Spaniard, smiling cheerfully. Aw.. You were kind of hoping that you would get Lovino. He was the one you liked after all. You two were close and you were even closer to getting som

  You grabbed hold of the crumbly dusty thingy, pulling it out and letting it rest on your palm. It looked like a lump of coal, but you could tell from the smell that it wasn't. Coal didn't usually smell burnt right? No-- Therefore it must be England's cooking. You looked up as Arthur called out a quick "that's mine" before going over to you. Just to your luck-- It had to be him. You had harboured a little crush for the Brit for about a year now. He was so sweet and kind to you, and he seemed to smile more than he did around other people. He may not be the best cook but hey-- you admired his perseverance. You looked at him as he stood beside