Sunday, April 29, 2012

Chapter 12 Warnings

Ok, so like I said before, the next two chapters aren't supposed to be racy, but could be misconstrued that way. Here are the things you should be aware of for Chapter12.

Alistair and Annie recite the lines from the post-sexual scene in Romeo and Juliet. Nothing happens between  the two of them, they just recite lines.

There are quite a few Shakespeare references like the city of Mantua where Romeo is banished to after killing Juliet's jackass cousin Tybalt.

There is also some reference to Hamlet in which Ophielia is his girlfriend. Of course, Romeo and Juliet are a famous couple too.

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Chapter 12: A Shakespearean Date and Cake


Chapter 12: A Shakespearean Date and Cake
Alistair quickly rushed to find me in the crowd. When he did, he gave me a quick kiss. I knew that was Alistair by the spark.
He asked, “Have you seen David and Darcy?”
“No, but they’ll be fine.”
“I hope they aren’t lost.”
“Sweetie, if they were lost, they would still be able to find the huge house.” I responded.
He nodded.  “I want to go have a date with you there, was why I was asking.”
I nodded quickly. “That sounds AMAZING!!”
Then we ran inside. The mob dispersed.
He made dinner for me. He used this great red sauce from a jar that had caramelized onions and garlic in it. So any other couple would be sitting extremely close to each other watching the old Romeo and Juliet, reciting the lines. I really didn’t care about onion breath, honestly. We kissed whenever they kissed. We made out whenever they made out.
I recited from the post-sexual scene (during the sexual scene, nothing happened) “Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day.
It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear.
Nightly she sings on yon pom’grante tree.
Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.”
Alistair replied as Romeo. “It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks
Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east.
Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountaintops.
I must be gone and live or stay and die.”
NO!”  I exclaimed, becoming way out of character.
Alistair paused the movie. “No? What do you mean no?” He asked. He pointed it out “The line is  ‘Yon is light is not daylight; I know it…’ What is going on?”
“I thought of us as them. And I wouldn’t want you to leave for Mantua!”
Alistair laughed lightly. “I also didn’t kill your jackass cousin.”
“I have one of those, stab away. But that isn’t the point! I feel like we could die any second!”
“Why do you think I did what I did tonight? I love you and I wanted to have a couple of dates. Tonight, I found out I’m not the only Shakespeare nut.”
“Oh of course you’re not! I am the Juliet to your Romeo! I am the Ophelia to your Hamlet!” I exclaimed.
He smiled and recited from Hamlet “To the celestial and my soul's idol, the most beautified Annie…” He started. I took a romantic gasp of air. I smiled. He kissed me. He switched gears from being the nut job that Hamlet is to being the romantic Alistair he is. “I love you and I have a proposal.” He whispered in my ear.
“Alistair, it is too early for marriage, though in a couple years from now that would be perfect…” I started.
“No, but it is a new lifestyle. Let’s live every second like it is our last.” Alistair proposed.
For some reason, my mind couldn’t quite process what he said very well, like I couldn’t grasp the concept. I knew he partially meant that figuratively, but he also forgot to add the idea “since it just may be our last.”
Somehow I found myself saying “Yes, but what does that mean for us?”
 “Well, we’ll go on fantastic dates, we’ll kiss, we’ll make-out and maybe eventually tie the knot…” His voice trailed off at the end, as if he weren’t sure if that was a good thing to think.
“Oh mon cher tell me more!” I exclaimed.
He smiled. “We’ll try to change their minds, try to start the rebellion, and if we fail our bodies will be buried to decompose in adjacent unmarked graves.”
I made a disgusted face. “I meant romantic stuff!”
“We can sleep together, like in the same bed but I know we are both too young to be ready for sex.”
“And too psychologically sound to do it for no reason.”
“The last thing we need is a flying baby.”
“I know. Let’s relax, snuggle up and watch the rest of the movie together. I can lean on your chest…” I snuggled my head onto the upper part of his chest. I continued “and recite Shakespeare with you.”
He smiled as he pressed play.
We recited all the rest of Romeo and Juliet’s lines. Alistair kissed me when everyone was getting stabbed (Paris) or were drinking poison (Juliet). I found it quite odd, he was almost sheltering me from the reality of the play.
After Prince recited the final lines of the play “For never was a story of more woe/ than this of Juliet and her Romeo” Alistair asked, “So what do you want to do for dessert? We have ice cream. We have cake mix, brownie mix, cookie dough… We’re all stocked up because Darcy and I need a ton of carbs on days we fly.”
I asked, “What would require even more of a team effort?”
He responded “Cake.”
I smiled. “Then cake.”
So we got out all of the things needed to bake our cake. We needed 3 eggs, water, the cake mix, cooking oil, the baking pan, the mixing bowl, mixer and measuring cups. Alistair told me he had a tub of frosting we’d look for later. I never really helped bake a cake.
So, first we poured in the cake mix. I wanted to do it, but Alistair wanted to make sure I didn’t dump it, and get it everywhere, so he steadied my hands as I gently poured the cake mix in.
Next, we cracked the eggs. I cracked the first one, and since I got shell in there (apparently Alistair foresaw this and made me crack the eggs into a separate little bowl) Alistair cracked the other two and put them in the mixing bowl.
Alistair needed to grease the pan so he left me alone to measure out the water. Oddly enough that worked out. I poured that in with everything else and mixed it. I must have been adept at that because I also got to pour the cooking oil too.
Alistair and I operated the mixer together. I don’t quite know how, but the batter ended up everywhere. It was a sequencing thing that Alistair messed up on, but at least it wasn’t my fault. Though we still had enough batter to make a cake.
He helped me pour into the pan. He had already preheated the oven, and we had a good thirty minutes.
Alistair and I plopped down on the sofa next to each other. He put his arm around me and asked, “So how are you?”
“Good,” I responded. “But I have a minor problem.”
“Oh?”
“Yes. If I go take a shower like I need to, I can only wear battery clothes, which wouldn’t work.”
“Okay then, I’ll go by your old house and pick up some of your clothes.”
“That actually sounds good.” I responded. He smiled. We shared a cake battery kiss before he left me to go get my stuff and I left him to go take my shower.

Clearing the Air

Anyone reading this blog surely knows I like to give out warnings. I am in the process of typing chapter 12 and believe me, nothing in here is intended to be racy. I felt it was necessary to type that. Alistair and Annie don't do anything and don't particularly intend to. In Chapter 13 they sleep (as in sharing a bed and sleeping as one normally does alone with another person in the bed) together. Nothing happens in the way of sex in the first book and probably won't happen. Maybe in the second epilogue Alistair and Annie will mysteriously somehow obtain a family, but that is it. That is all, Chapter 12 will be posted sometime today.

<3 HRT

Saturday, April 28, 2012

I am sorry for no posting in awhile

I have Adele playing. I have given up on the sequel because it was a horrible follow-up to the best story I have written so far. So I will take some time and type up chapter 12 I think it is.

IDK if there is any music for this chapter. But if there is any music I'll post it.

<3 HRT

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Weekend Lookout

I know it is only Wednesday, but I am already prepping for this weekend.  I am going to Take Your Child to Work Day tomorrow with my dad, which is bound to be a fun day. Friday is an easy day for me and then Saturday nothing important is going on same with Sunday.

So as far as I am aware, I will have the whole weekend to catch up on blogging. Busy week this week.

<3 HRT

Sunday, April 22, 2012

New Stuff

Ok, so for those friends of mine on Facebook, I will start a page on it. So like it, k? And RESPOND TO STUFF!!! I am only doing this so I can keep in contact after this new change.

Blogger has changed. I am not particularly a big fan of it, because I had a good idea of where everything was. And my stats are no longer as good. But, I assume I'll get used to it.

I have started on my sequel writing, I started last night and just felt it. That just means I won't post as much. It's okay though, I'll definitely post on weekends :)

<3 HRT

Friday, April 20, 2012

I'm going on a mini vacation!

I am going to St. Petersburg to see my little cousins Holly and Jonah this weekend, so I can't really post much this weekend. :(  Though when I get back, I will post more :D Yes, we are talking Chapter 12 when i get back!! Until then my fans <3

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Thursday, April 19, 2012

Chapter 10 Songs

I am a little late, sorry. But you can see why Annie called Come on Feel the Noise (quoth chapter 10) "a horribly tasteless rock song" and Mrs. Robinson is... Mrs. Robinson a sweet little song about something not so sweet.

Come On Feel the Noise is VERY loud and if you don't like people who have somewhat deep voices screaming lyrics and very repetitive lyrics, don't listen to it. You have to like the 80's rock original style. One of the few I actually prefer the original to the other versions. Oh by the way the band is Quiet Riot on the album Mental Health. I know that from looking at the cover art which makes up he video. This is none of my work.

Mrs. Robinson is a cute little song and Darcy will tell you its meaning in Chapter 10. It is a huge surprise to David. It is sung by Simon and Garfunkel and has nothing to do with me. idk the album.

So for now that is all.

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Quiet Riot - Cum On Feel The Noize(WITH LYRICS)



Like any 80's rock song, i apologize for any mental stress beforehand. This is the kind of music I listen to while I am in my own personal music video called my life. Chapter 10 again. :) <3 Chapter 10

Simon and Garfunkel - Mrs. Robinson (lyrics)



Chapter 10 song, very important there. If you don't know it, this'll be helpful for Chapter 10.

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Chapter 11 WARNINGS!!

The title is self-explanatory.

This chapter is narrated by David. He expresses his ideas about his rebellion. Then he has a conversation with his parents.

It may be short, but is good and important.

11:20 PM my time and I am kind of tired, my head is really itchy.

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Chapter 11: David's Extremely Short Chapter


Chapter 11: David’s Extremely Short Chapter
            I felt so alive to sing 80’s rock. All the 60’s and 70’s stuff just escaped my system in the first scream.
Now, I found myself with all of the buttons on my polo shirt unbuttoned and my cardigan was probably in some tree or bush.  My parents had to ruin it.
My mom told me “This is unholy David! What happened to the David that loved memorizing the Bible for fun? Where is the one who played Christian songs for his whole congregation?”
HE DIED in a flaming explosion of TRUTH! And a really amazing kiss from Darcy Poe.” I responded.
Mom exclaimed “That Satan lover!”
“She is Atheist! And Mrs. Robinson is perverse!” I exclaimed.
Dad told me “Yes, but what does that have to do with anything else?”
“That was when the fog was lifted from my eyes and I saw!” I exclaimed. “I am going to live with Darcy!”
“We probably have some space. Our house has a tendency to be HUGE!” Darcy responded.
Mom asked “Are you sure you wouldn’t want him to be spooning you in a whirlwind of unmarried teenage love?”
“I’m no slut, Mrs. Ross.” I responded. “Though, just to show you my hatred I just may have another type of whirlwind unmarried teenage love and hormones.”
“Darcy, you can be gross when you want to be.” I responded.
Darcy gave me a big French kiss. It was still extremely romantic. I am so hopelessly in love with her, Atheist, Muslim, Jewish, any religion, I would still love her.
In the process of that, I heard my mom whisper to my dad “We lost him.” They both walked slowly away.

Monday, April 16, 2012

Chapter 10 Warnings

This chapter gets the award for "Most edited chapter." I rephrased and redid this entire chapter. Practically nothing was straight from the book.

That being said, this is also the most improved chapter. I had bits and pieces in the original that didn't fit the rest, like Muse's Resistance was supposed to be played when they are standing there together, but I think Somewhere Only We Know fits their label better. So I just took out that part.

David undergoes a huge change in this chapter and the next one. It has to do with Simon and Garfunkel's Mrs. Robinson, Quiet Riot's Come On Feel the Noise and a protest song written by David and Darcy. Don't kill me if you liked him as is. I think for the most part, I did too.

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Chapter 10: Making a Team


Chapter 10: Making a Team
Alistair and I met in the street. I asked, “Aren’t you wanted?”
“Yes, but I would kill myself looking for you. I was crazy to send you to school. When I can fly freely you can try to deal with cheerleaders.” He responded.
I kissed him. That remark could be construed as sexist, but I love him too much to not care. I just saw it as a protective thing, and a romantic one.
He smiled. “My wings may be wounded, but my heart still beats for you.” Okay, that one was romantic, no doubt.
“Are you all sewn up?” I asked, not romantic at all, just cautious and protective.
“Yes. And I have a makeshift cast too. No flying for awhile.” He rubbed his arm, during the awkward silence.
The awkward silence was broken by an awkward and horribly thought out sentence. “When you’re in love you have to make sacrifices.”
“What have you sacrificed in my name?”
“My parents’ sanity, my little sister’s innocence, all my time, nothing compared to the stuff you do for me.”
“Well, everything I do it do it for you.”  He stared into my eyes to say that. Tears welled up in my eyes. He held me as I cried happy tears. His wings surrounded me in their feathery fortress.
“I love you more than I could ever show.” I whispered, looking up to him.
“I love you too.” He whispered back.
After about a minute, Alistair whispered softly and gently into my ear “I don’t want you to get run over, and I would like one meeting of us in the street where I don’t get run over, so maybe we should move to the sidewalk.”
“Great idea.” I responded.
He took his arms and wings away from me, and took my hand o walk to the sidewalk.
Hannah yelled my name ANNIE! I knew it was Hannah, so I turned to hug her, in the running hug I knew she was going to give me.
 I yelled HANNAH!!I had a huge smile on my face. I missed my little sister so much, like you cannot believe.
Alistair smiled a huge smile at her. “Good thing your package came in today.” He took out a cardboard box with a bow on it. He handed her a pair of scissors.
She took them. She opened it. “Oh my god!! I can’t believe you remembered!!! Alistair I LOVE YOU!!!” She took out the still in box Justin Bieber doll and tour bus. “OMG!! AMBER WILL BE SO JEALOUS!!” She squealed. Alistair was startled.
She ran up to him and hugged him. It was so cute. It is always so cute when tall people hug little kids, but when the tall person is my boyfriend and the little kid is my little sister, a Kodak moment happens. Though a picture couldn’t capture the feelings I had looking at Alistair being nice to my little sister. I loved him even more.
Hannah smiled. “Oh I am SO HAPPY you remembered Alistair!! I am so on your side now!”
“We have plenty of space if you want to run away.” Alistair responded.
“I have to think about it. Maybe but I am definitely on your side.” She responded.
Darcy strutted into the scene with David, holding hands. Alistair nodded. “Holding hands. Wow she is serious.”
“Well, we need a strong resistance and in the process of defeathering David, I got a plan.” Darcy declared
“Now I hope she isn’t.” Alistair murmured to me.
“David and I wrote a protest song!” Darcy exclaimed.  “We want to perform it in front of our house on a loop until they give peace a chance.”
I nodded “I can do a peaceful protest. Like Occupy Pleasantville.”
David told us “I wanted to do Simon and Garfunkel, but she said no.”
‘Not even John Lennon!” Darcy exclaimed.
David rolled his eyes. “Mrs. Robinson may have gotten more religious people on our side.”
“Lennon was an Atheist like more than half this group!”
I pointed out “I’m Agnostic, my parents would kill me if I called myself Atheist.”
“Anyways, we wouldn’t sing a Simon and Garfunkel song originally written about a middle aged woman who seduces young guys.” Darcy pointed it out.
David’s eyes got huge. “I will never listen to that song the same way again.”
“Sweetheart, Lennon did LSD, Justin Bieber is secretly gay, all popes and priests steal church money or did some sort of scandal and even Jesus was secretly married to Mary Magdalene they think. Everyone has secrets and a dark side.”
David found his not so Pleasantville side. See, his mind had been closed to anything bad in the Pleasantville sense. When he saw Darcy getting tormented, the sense ripped through a bit. The sense had been ripping through more and more until Darcy exposed Mrs. Robinson to David. Then she made the cloak on his mind disappear. She literally made his mind become totally rewired. So David stood blankly for a while.
I asked, “So what does the song sound like?”
“Oh when David comes out of that stare thing, I am telling him we are NOT singing.” Darcy responded. Alistair made a pouty face.
David awoke from his stare. A boom box sat on the stoop. He turned it to the eighties rock station. It was BLARING Come on Feel The Noise. He screamed along to it and played air guitar to it.  Alistair joined him and played invisible drums, and was actually keeping pretty good time. We watched them make fools out of themselves for the first round of chorus then wound up singing back up. So by the end we were all screaming at the top of our lungs “Come on feel the noise! Girls rock your boys! We’ll get wild, wild, WILD! Wild, wild, WILD!
This was in front of the house. David found his inner rebel and that was what we needed. Even if it was a horribly tasteless song he found his rebellious side in, he still found it.
We didn’t get a positive reaction to our rock. The whole town dropped their jaws and anything in their hands. Then, they all grabbed something and formed a mob.
Then David looked into Darcy’s eyes. He had a sly smile. She almost mirrored it. They had a passionate kiss full of tongue. I looked disgusting until Alistair swung me over and gave me the same kiss, though there was much more presentation value in Alistair’s kiss. With the spark and the swung over kiss, I remembered why I loved him.
The mob’s reaction was not so good. They kept trying to rip us apart. When I was torn apart from Alistair, I fell and hit the concrete. Alistair tried to help me up, and make sure I was okay, but the crowd kept pushing him away. One hand took a firm grip to my arm. I saw my captor briefly while also seeing Darcy and David being taken away in opposite directions.
“Dad! What are you doing?” I asked.
He scowled at me. “You know damn good and well what you did. You ran away. You left your poor father alone with stupid Hannah who can never explain the jokes at the end of Are You Smarter Than A Fifth Grader. And you left him for that thing!”
“He’s not a thing! He is my one true love! Besides, he can actually take care of me. We have fun together when we aren’t tormented.  That was fun!” I exclaimed
“Singing at the top of your lungs then making-out?” He questioned. “This isn’t you, Annie. You are better than this, better than everyone. You are my daughter. What happened to the girl I loved five years ago?” He asked.
I stared him in the eyes. “She grew up. She became the stubborn girl who stands in front of you today. She loves Alistair Poe and nothing can change that. You need to leave.” He left.

Sunday, April 15, 2012

I love my fans :)

I just love all of you. <3


Especially my Russian fans. Five are on as I am saying this. I love all  of you, or in Russian (Google Translate Russian) Я люблю тебя  You all rock!!!


Especially the people from the UK who just got here today!! I have always wanted to go to the UK and the better following I have there, the higher possibility I will go.


I really love all my fans far and wide, even the ones here in the US, but mainly I know them, and that kind of isn't the point. They are my friends, not my fans.


I will think of all of you, my first fans when I become famous. I am only fifteen and 11/12 but when I am famous and I will be, I will mention all those that supported me before I was cool. All of you are trendsetters, and will see my name one day (either as Hannah Rose Thompson or HRT) on a bookshelf one day and say "Hey, I read her blog."


So thank you, from me.


<3 HRT

Chapter 9 Warnings

I typed this with only one thumb. The whole chapter. I only used eight fingers and the one thumb. So there may be more mistakes than normal.

I love chapter 9 for the addition of the newest character, David. He is great for showing an opposites attract relationship with Darcy. While Darcy is described in chapter 9 to be "practically lethal" for fifteen. David is a good Catholic boy who I had to look up a euphemism for "Oh my god" for.

This chapter unlike any other shows that [once in a blue moon] these kids actually go to school. There are no teachers or anything, (Ms. Thompson is still standing alone on that front) but for a fairly brief chapter, they actually run into normal kid problems, like cheerleader cliques.

I forgot to mention, I don't mean to offend anyone who is anything close to the descriptions of the bad guys in this chapter.

I personally love this chapter and very few others top it (Chapter 10 is one of them, Chapter 17 and a couple others). so I now give you permission to enjoy!

<3 HRT

Chapter 9: School


Chapter 9: School
The second I got to school, I saw a pack of five cheerleaders. I rolled my eyes at them. They all wore the same Pleasantville High Smiley Faces uniforms. They were sleeveless, light blue, white and had a big yellow smiley face on it. The pleats in the skirt were light blue, white and the yellow of the smiley face. Blue and white were the dominant colors. Ironically enough, no matter how smiley their uniforms were, they weren’t.
The head cheerleader came up to me. “Hey new kid.” She circled me like a shark with its prey. I circled with her. She said, “ I heard you got to first base with the bird guy.”
“Yeah I’m badass like that.” I responded.

She told me “My parents and all of us right-minded, self-opinionated people will kill you in your sleep.”
“Is there a Free-Thinkers Club?” I had to ask. It was a bit of a joke, so I wasn’t offended by her short sarcastic laugh.
She said, “Even if we had one, it would never accept the likes of you. AVIAN FLU!”
“That is so old!” I exclaimed, “You don’t even have your facts right! He is perfectly innocent.”
“Of being part bird?”
‘Guilty of that.”
“Sticking up his middle finger?”
“Yes, guilty of that too, but rappers and people who didn’t make it to Hollywood on American Idol ALWAYS do that. You don’t see them getting protested against.”
“But they don’t have wings.”
“They should at least give him a chance! He is a nice guy, but look who I am talking to.”
“The most popular girl in school.” She answered, my rhetorical question while flipping her big blonde curls off of her shoulder. I don’t know if she noticed, but that was a thinly veiled insult.
I tried the insult game again. “And the most bit…” My insult was cut short by Darcy, yes, Darcy. She had her hand on my shoulder.
She and Alistair are wanted dead or alive, but she cared enough to come and rescue me from this hell shack first.
“Back off of her. You mess with her you mess with her, you mess with me, and you don’t want to mess with me.” She responded. The cheerleaders fled. For fifteen she was practically lethal.
“Wow!” I exclaimed, “You are so awesome Darcy!”
“I came to get revenge, but when Alistair said you came, I became your bodyguard.” Darcy responded.
I could tell she was dressed for revenge. She had on black sunglasses, a black overcoat, black tank top, black skinny jeans and big black combat boots. She had two paintball guns too. She also had a black fedora tipped to look like someone from a mafia to me.
I asked, “Where are you doing this?”
“Art class.” She responded. She took her paintball guns and headed for the art room. “I invited them all over there. Now I will beat them.”
Darcy stormed into the art room with a sly smile. She cast off her fedora and sunglasses. She stood in the middle of the room. All the preppy probably otherwise private school jerks stood in a line. She took out the paintball guns and shot them, across the row until everyone in the line was smothered in paint.
“Round 2!” Darcy yelled. Then a huge vat of super glue was dumped on them. Then she yelled “Round 3!” Then faux feathers landed on the super glued idiots. The feathers stuck, making them look hilarious. “The last two rounds were for hurting my brother.”
“We didn’t hurt him!” One yelled.
Another looked around. “Maybe you didn’t David…”
“I actually like Darcy!” He exclaimed to the other one. He looked at Darcy “And if it’s any consolation, I love the feathers.”
Darcy took his feathery hand. “Oh I am so sorry I forgot about you, you were the one apologizing.”
“Yeah. Not like that stopped me from being any worse, I called you a harlot. Just to fit in. You have to know what that is like.”
“Of course I do. Alistair and I used to hold in our wings which feels like holding in for pants five sizes too small to get into parties and feel normal for a couple of hours.”
“Well, I like you, the differences you have from normal girls make you interesting and cool.”
“What about my brother?”
“I don’t know him, how can I judge him? It’s love thy neighbor not judge thy neighbor!” David exclaimed
Apparently though Darcy was a staunch Atheist and David just paraphrased the bible, she was very turned on by his theory on judgment. She gave him a passionate kiss and a very feathery one.
David was shocked, in a good way. “That was my first kiss.”
“Like it?” Darcy asked.
He nodded. He kissed her.
Darcy warned him, “I’m like a bird.”
“Aren’t you part bird?”
“Yes, but that wasn’t what I meant. I’m like a bird, I’ll only fly away.”
“Then I just need to savor the time I have with you.” David responded. He was staring right into her eyes.
She asked “Are you sure you’ll be able to put up with me?”
“I think so. I really like you.”
“I like you too.”
“I am even censoring my feelings since I know love is scary for you.” He took her hands.
She nodded. “Only as a word. I’d love to try making-out.”
“Not exactly love as I thought. But I’ll work through it with you.” He responded.
I think Darcy use kissing as a weapon before, to make her male enemies weaker. Now, she found herself falling for David. I think she fell hard.
Watching the new couple, I missed Alistair so much. I missed him like the deserts miss the rain. I yearned for him like a solar panel yearns for heat. I missed him so much I can only make up bad analogies.
Darcy stared into David’s eyes. “You are a feathery mess and I love you.”
“Did you just say…?”
“Yes. And for the first time I mean it.”
“That I’m a feathery mess or that you love me?”
She thought for a second or two. She broke the short silence by saying “I love you David Idonotknowyourlastname.”
“Ross.”
“I love you David Ross.”
“I love you too Darcy Idonotknowyourlastname.”
“Moonbeam.”
“That is not your last name.”
“You’ll hate my real last name.”
“What is it?”
“Poe.”
“As in Edgar Allen Poe? As in my favorite short story writer?”
“You like Poe? I like Poe!”
“Awesome! Oh my goodness I love you Darcy Poe!” He exclaimed.
I snuck away.