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Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
Another Site full of life!
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Sunday, June 21, 2009
HEY YOU GUYS! LOOK I KNOW WAT UR THINKING......THAT 2 MOST MY STORIES DERE SHOULD B MORE ADDED.........BUT U SHOULD KNOW DAT MA STORIES ARE YET NOT COMPLETED! DA OTHER PART OF DA STORIES R GOIN 2 BE PUBLISHED SOON.......AS SOON AS I FINISH MY OTHER STORY I JUST STARTED! BTW 4 DOSE OF U WHO ASK........"DONT DEY HAVE SEX" WHO KNOWS? U'LL FIND OUT IN THE NEXT PART! SOOOOO GUD LUCK.....ND HAVE FUN READING! LOL!!!
Saturday, June 20, 2009
PETITION SIGNING!
HEY YOU GUYS! ON THE RIGHT HERE YOU'LL SEE A PETITION! PLEASE DO SIGN IT! IT MEANS ALOT 2 ME! GRACIAS!
DREAM WORKLD!!
DREAM WORLD!!
Scene 1
Tracey: (voice) You know how they say a person must be lying if whatever they dream of comes true. They don’t exactly believe what’s going on. They don’t believe it until they see it…..for real! Well, I was somewhat like that. When I first started having these crazy-ass dreams that basically told me what would happen soon in my future, I thought something was wrong with me. I got these dreams and they actually came true. It wouldn’t always happen tomorrow, but sometime in the future. I told my parents, but they never believed me. Instead they took me to a psychiatrist. They thought it was maybe over the depression of my grandmother’s death. I didn’t even know the LADY! So I stopped trying; I just kept dreaming, and seeing these random people.
SONG: EXCUSE ME, MISS; BY CHRIS BROWN
PART 1:
(Remembering the night before; cloudy scene) In a car a boy and Tracy; the boy in the driver’s seat and Tracey in the passenger seat. Drunken Tracey is uncontrollably laughing while the boy sits there staring deeply into her eyes. Tracey stops laughing and runs her finger down the boy’s cheek. They lean forward, and gently kiss.
PART 2:
(Still blurry) Tracey slowly enters the school; the boy is talking to a group of people, when all of the sudden his attention goes towards Tracey walking in. (This is the part he’ll start rapping and follow her). Instead of noticing she seems to ignore him and smiles walking up the stairs. He walks backwards facing her.
Part 3:
(At her locker) A bunch of kids walk around. While opening her locker he comes up from behind and taps on the right side of the shoulder and then taps the left side. She looks right to left. When she sees him standing on the left, against the lockers, she smiles.
Guy: “or should I talk about her smile…”
She drops her books and they kneel down to get it, hitting each other’s heads.
Guy:”It was ‘bout five minutes….”
She gets her books out of the locker and starts walking away as he shuts the locker and starts following her again.
The guy dances on “I don’t know your name…” (Background dancers included) He walks up to her, takes the books from her, throws it on the floor, and pulls her towards him.
Guy: “Now Shorty grab a hold of my hand….” (Tightens his grip on her hand and pulls her closer. Lights go dim) “Grab my hand a little tighter…”
PART 4:
(Sitting in class; Tracey sits far left back corner of the room, and the boy sits on the front right corner) He looks at her while she has her hand raised for the teacher to call on and let her answer.
Guy: “I don’t know your name…”
Tracey glances at him and smiles. He winks.
Part 5:
(In the hallway) Tracey walks with her friend. Tracey’s friend looks behind her and sees the boy walking. She nods her head and smiles.
Part 6:
(After school; outside the school building)Tracey is walking to her bus, when without warning her grabs her by her arm and pulls her towards him. She looks into his eyes. He grins, leans down, and kisses her.
Scene 2
(In bed) Leena, Tracey’s younger sister, enters the room and climbs on top of the bed. She jumps on the bed, trying to wake up Tracey. (The song, EXCUSE ME MISS, still plays)
Leena: (still jumping on the bed, yells) Tracey! Tracey! Tracey!
Tracey: (eyes fly open) WHAT!?
Leena: (Still yelling) Get up, get up! Mom wants you downstairs…RIGHT NOW!
Tracey: (Shouting) Alright, alright! Now get out of my room! (Pulls a pillow over her head, and groans)
Leena, jumps off the bed and walks out the room, grinning. Eventually Tracey takes the pillow off her head, gets up, and hits the “OFF” button on her alarm.
Tracey: (looking around, whispers) MAN! Some dream!
Scene 3
Tracey: (voice) However, there were two people who DID believe me; my friends Brandi and Cynthia. I told them about every dream I’ve had so far, beginning to end. They were always interested, always excited to hear what they’re about. And I was always excited to tell them about them.
Tracey and her two friends, Brandi and Cynthia enter the school. She tells them about her dream.
Cynthia: (wide eyes, squeals) Na-ha! Another dream! (Looks at Tracey) Did you find out who he was this time? Could you see his face?
Brandi: (Grabs Cynthia’s arm) Shut-up, Cynthia! Let her talk for once. (She turns to face Tracey) So tell us…. What was it about?
Tracey: (Slows her pace and leans against one of the lockers. Brandi and Cynthia stop and turn to listen to her dream) this was very different! Though I couldn’t see the guy clearly, he did have a lean body. Oh those muscles! (She sighs) It started with a flashback I think. He and I were sitting in a car, and I was acting like a drunken idiot. But he didn’t laugh at me; he seemed to have a grin on his face as he looked deep into me. I stopped laughing and then we kissed. Then we ended up walking into this school actually, it was me walking in, and he just followed me. I would ignore him and walk away or something, until in the very end he pulled me over to him and kissed me.
Cynthia: (Dazing off, she sighed) Wow! That’s the best one yet! What was the name of the song?
Tracey: Excuse me, Miss. It’s by Chris Brown.
Cynthia: Great! Then we should come over your house tonight so we could see the story while listening to the song! (Turns to Brandi) Don’t you think?
Brandi: (Sarcastically says) Hey, Congrats! You do have a brain!
Cynthia sticks out her tongue and they leave for their classes.
Scene 4
(By Tracey’s locker, after school) Chuckie, another one of Tracey’s friend, comes up to her while she takes her books out of her locker.
Chuckie: Hey! What’s up? (He leans against the lockers)
Tracey: (voice) Ahh! Here’s another one of my friends. He’s pretty cool and at times cute too. Everyone loves Chuckie! He’s open and very outgoing! The only thing he needs is a girlfriend!
Tracey: (Sighs) Nothin’ much. (She shuts her locker)
Chuckie: (Concerned) what’s wrong? (Puts his arm around her shoulder) You look upset!
Tracey: (Hesitates) it’s nothin’…really!
Cynthia: (Walks up from behind, along with Brandi) yeah… sure there’s NOTHINNNGGG wrong!
Brandi: (nudges Cynthia’s arm) Shut-up, Cynthia!
Cynthia: (Angry) No! You shut-up! Why you always mean to me anyways?
(Bell rings)
Brandi: (smiles) ‘Cause I love you! (They all walk away)
Scene 5
(Outside the school building) once outside, Tracey looks towards the building walls, to see if there’s any familiar face there. She gets a sudden flashback of the dream; where he grabs her by her arm and pulls her towards him for a kiss.
Tracey: (thinks) I have to find out who this guy is! (She turns her gaze back to the wall and searches for him. After a while of examining….) forget it! (Says out loud. Gives up and turns to go to her bus)
Scene 6
(Tracey’s room) Brandi and Cynthia are staying over for the night, so they set their sleeping bags. When finished they all hop on the bed and face Tracey.
Cynthia: So what are you gona do now?
Tracey: I…I really don’t know. I mean, I want to find out who this guy is, but the question is how? I don’t even know what the guy looks like!
Brandi: Well….did you try MySpace? (Chuckles)
Tracey: (Fake laughs) Ha-Ha-Ha! Yeah, I already read that book. Don’t mess with me, okay? I’m really not in the book…. (Irritated) I mean mood!
Brandi cracks up.
Cynthia: (ignores Brandi) weren’t you able to see some parts of it? Like-like his hair, or color or kind of clothes?
Tracey: (bites her lip) um…well he did have reddish-brownish hair. But that’s the only thing I could see clearly. It’s like those people in the news that don’t want to show their faces, so the news-people smear it up.
Cynthia: Hmmm. What else……was his hair long, short, curly?
Tracey: No! It wasn’t too long, or too short. They were perfect boyish hair. They were-they were just there. They were perfect!
Tracey was so into describing his hair that she didn’t even remember her friends were there. By the time she noticed them, they’d fallen asleep. Tiredness took over he; she yawns. She’d put on her headphones to listen to her CD-player, but after a few minutes she’d fallen asleep.
Scene 7
SONG: ME & YOU; BY CASIE AND RAY J
PART 1:
(At a party; really crowded)
Tracey walks to the table full of food and drinks and takes a cup of beer. While taking a sip, she turns around and scans the dancing crowd. But she jumps and drops the cup of beer.
Tracey: Oh…my…god!
A guy with dirty brown hair, white shirt, and dark blue jeans walks towards her. He has a big smirk, like he’s confident about whatever he’s about to do. Tracey blinks. Once…..twice….thrice; her breathing gets heavy, her eyes set on his face. He stops once he reaches her.
Tracey: (thinks) it is him!
Brown hair guy: Hi… (He runs a hand through his hair) Um… (Hesitates) Do you… (Clears his throat)
Tracey: (quickly, interrupts before he finishes) what are you doing here? You’re….you’re supposed to be with (swallows and takes a deep breath) ….with ------.
Brown hair guy: (Shakes his head) we’re not together; we never were! (Before she could say anything, he quickly asks her) D’you wanna dance?
Tracey didn’t know what to say. She blinks, staring at him mouth open. But when she gets what he just asks her, she shuts her mouth and nods. He takes her by her hand and leads her towards the middle of the dance floor. Then he pulls her closer to his body. Chest to chest, hand in hand.
Brown hair guy: (sniffs, leans closer to Tracey’s ear and whispers) you smell good. (Slowly his lips touch the tip of Tracey’s ear. She inhales a sharp breath)
Tracey: (swallows) Th-thanks.
Suddenly Tracey turns away, loosening his grip. He lets go, but not completely. His hand slides from Tracey’s arm, to her chest, down to her waist. He tightens his arm around it, like a snake strangling a person with its entire body, and pulls her towards him. Her head bangs against his chest. His hand gently comes up to caress her hair. Without thinking her arms tenderly travel around his neck, folding themselves into a lock.
Tracey: (thinks) why not? He’s the one I want!
Tracey picks her head off his chest. Slowly, she brings up her eyes to meet his. Then she runs her right hand down his left cheek, carefully placing it on top of his lips. She soothingly runs her thumb across his soft lips. She leans in closer to his face.
Tracey: (voice) Stop! Stop! You don’t know what you’re doing! This is WRONG!
Tracey: (another voice) No Tracey, she’s wrong. Whatever you’re doing, it’s all right! This is your moment! No one can take it away from you, you’ve waited too long. You’re absolutely, positively RIGHT!
Tracey listens to the good voice and leans in so that her lips are on top of his. He reacts as soon as their lips touch. Her left hand quickly digs into his hair. She pulls him closer, close enough that her breasts push against his chest. Hunger takes control. After what seem like minutes later, she pulls back up, gasping for air. She sees him doing the same. Tracey knew that he wanted more and so did she, but nor the place nor the time was right.
Brown hair guy: (grins) you’re pretty good at this, aren’t you?
Tracey smiles. Suddenly she craved for more beer.
Tracey: I’ll….I’ll be right back.
Brown hair guy: (nods) want me to come with you?
Tracey: (shakes her head) Na, you stay here. (Walks away)
PART 2:
Tracey grabs her beer and turns to leave. But someone blocks her way. It was a guy with dirty-blond hair. He wore a black shirt with ripped jeans.
Blond hair guy: Hey, sweetie.
Tracey: (irritated) Move ---- (muffled out by a beep)
Blond hair guy: Why? Don’t you wanna dance with me?
Tracey: (snaps) No! Now move! (She starts to walk away, but he grabs her by her wrist)
Blond hair guy: (he leans closer to her, lips brushing her neck. She shivers) Come on! You know you want to. (He starts pulling her towards the back door)
Tracey: (trembling) I…I said get away ------- (muffled out by a beep) I don’t want to do anything with you! Isn’t it enough that you ----- (gets cut off)
Blond hair guy: (puts a finger over her lips) shhhhhh…..you don’t want anyone finding out what happened to you, do you?
Tracey: (a tear runs down her cheek, whispers) ASSHOLE!
Blond hair guy: (angry) Bitch! Don’t you dare call me asshole! (He tightens his grip on her wrist and twists it)
Tracey: (drops the drink, yells) OW! What the hell is your problem? There are plenty of girls here who could give you what you want, then why me?
Blond hair guy: (evil laugh) ‘Cause you’re the only one who I haven’t done. (Tracey shivers) Now you’re gonna to HAVE to go with me! I love girls who’re scared! (He starts to pull her towards the door when a hand lands on his arm)
Brown hair guy: LET-HER-GO!
Blond hair guy: What? Who the hell are you?
Tracey looks up at him.
Brown hair guy: I’m her… (Looks at Tracey) boyfriend.
Tracey and blond hair guy: (in shock) WHAT!?
Brown hair guy: (winks at Tracey) Let’s go! (Takes Tracey’s hand and starts to leave. Blond hair guy immediately lets go)
Tracey: why you say that for?
Brown hair guy: (glances at her) why? Don’t you think we can be together?
Tracey: yes…. I mean no! You have a girlfriend. How could you even say that?
Brown hair guy: (smirking) Shouldn’t you have thought of that when you were kissin’ me?
Tracey: (stammers) um...well…um….but-but-but…. (Slowly) you told me that you guys were never together!
Brown hair guy: (turns around to face her) Exactly! (Grabs her shoulders) So that means that now I have the right to do this too! (He leans down and presses his lips on top of hers)
Tracey stumbles a little at first, but relaxes as her hands find the right places. After a while they break the kiss.
Brown hair guy: Let’s go home.
Tracey: (dizzy) Sooooo, does this means we’re together?
Brown hair guy: (chuckles) yes. (Kisses on her forehead)
PART 3:
(In the car) the beer has caught up to Tracey’s head. She acts like a drunken idiot! She’s laughing while the brown hair guy looks deeply into her eyes. Tracey notices him looking and stops laughing. She runs her finger down his cheek. They both kiss.
Scene 1
Tracey: (voice) You know how they say a person must be lying if whatever they dream of comes true. They don’t exactly believe what’s going on. They don’t believe it until they see it…..for real! Well, I was somewhat like that. When I first started having these crazy-ass dreams that basically told me what would happen soon in my future, I thought something was wrong with me. I got these dreams and they actually came true. It wouldn’t always happen tomorrow, but sometime in the future. I told my parents, but they never believed me. Instead they took me to a psychiatrist. They thought it was maybe over the depression of my grandmother’s death. I didn’t even know the LADY! So I stopped trying; I just kept dreaming, and seeing these random people.
SONG: EXCUSE ME, MISS; BY CHRIS BROWN
PART 1:
(Remembering the night before; cloudy scene) In a car a boy and Tracy; the boy in the driver’s seat and Tracey in the passenger seat. Drunken Tracey is uncontrollably laughing while the boy sits there staring deeply into her eyes. Tracey stops laughing and runs her finger down the boy’s cheek. They lean forward, and gently kiss.
PART 2:
(Still blurry) Tracey slowly enters the school; the boy is talking to a group of people, when all of the sudden his attention goes towards Tracey walking in. (This is the part he’ll start rapping and follow her). Instead of noticing she seems to ignore him and smiles walking up the stairs. He walks backwards facing her.
Part 3:
(At her locker) A bunch of kids walk around. While opening her locker he comes up from behind and taps on the right side of the shoulder and then taps the left side. She looks right to left. When she sees him standing on the left, against the lockers, she smiles.
Guy: “or should I talk about her smile…”
She drops her books and they kneel down to get it, hitting each other’s heads.
Guy:”It was ‘bout five minutes….”
She gets her books out of the locker and starts walking away as he shuts the locker and starts following her again.
The guy dances on “I don’t know your name…” (Background dancers included) He walks up to her, takes the books from her, throws it on the floor, and pulls her towards him.
Guy: “Now Shorty grab a hold of my hand….” (Tightens his grip on her hand and pulls her closer. Lights go dim) “Grab my hand a little tighter…”
PART 4:
(Sitting in class; Tracey sits far left back corner of the room, and the boy sits on the front right corner) He looks at her while she has her hand raised for the teacher to call on and let her answer.
Guy: “I don’t know your name…”
Tracey glances at him and smiles. He winks.
Part 5:
(In the hallway) Tracey walks with her friend. Tracey’s friend looks behind her and sees the boy walking. She nods her head and smiles.
Part 6:
(After school; outside the school building)Tracey is walking to her bus, when without warning her grabs her by her arm and pulls her towards him. She looks into his eyes. He grins, leans down, and kisses her.
Scene 2
(In bed) Leena, Tracey’s younger sister, enters the room and climbs on top of the bed. She jumps on the bed, trying to wake up Tracey. (The song, EXCUSE ME MISS, still plays)
Leena: (still jumping on the bed, yells) Tracey! Tracey! Tracey!
Tracey: (eyes fly open) WHAT!?
Leena: (Still yelling) Get up, get up! Mom wants you downstairs…RIGHT NOW!
Tracey: (Shouting) Alright, alright! Now get out of my room! (Pulls a pillow over her head, and groans)
Leena, jumps off the bed and walks out the room, grinning. Eventually Tracey takes the pillow off her head, gets up, and hits the “OFF” button on her alarm.
Tracey: (looking around, whispers) MAN! Some dream!
Scene 3
Tracey: (voice) However, there were two people who DID believe me; my friends Brandi and Cynthia. I told them about every dream I’ve had so far, beginning to end. They were always interested, always excited to hear what they’re about. And I was always excited to tell them about them.
Tracey and her two friends, Brandi and Cynthia enter the school. She tells them about her dream.
Cynthia: (wide eyes, squeals) Na-ha! Another dream! (Looks at Tracey) Did you find out who he was this time? Could you see his face?
Brandi: (Grabs Cynthia’s arm) Shut-up, Cynthia! Let her talk for once. (She turns to face Tracey) So tell us…. What was it about?
Tracey: (Slows her pace and leans against one of the lockers. Brandi and Cynthia stop and turn to listen to her dream) this was very different! Though I couldn’t see the guy clearly, he did have a lean body. Oh those muscles! (She sighs) It started with a flashback I think. He and I were sitting in a car, and I was acting like a drunken idiot. But he didn’t laugh at me; he seemed to have a grin on his face as he looked deep into me. I stopped laughing and then we kissed. Then we ended up walking into this school actually, it was me walking in, and he just followed me. I would ignore him and walk away or something, until in the very end he pulled me over to him and kissed me.
Cynthia: (Dazing off, she sighed) Wow! That’s the best one yet! What was the name of the song?
Tracey: Excuse me, Miss. It’s by Chris Brown.
Cynthia: Great! Then we should come over your house tonight so we could see the story while listening to the song! (Turns to Brandi) Don’t you think?
Brandi: (Sarcastically says) Hey, Congrats! You do have a brain!
Cynthia sticks out her tongue and they leave for their classes.
Scene 4
(By Tracey’s locker, after school) Chuckie, another one of Tracey’s friend, comes up to her while she takes her books out of her locker.
Chuckie: Hey! What’s up? (He leans against the lockers)
Tracey: (voice) Ahh! Here’s another one of my friends. He’s pretty cool and at times cute too. Everyone loves Chuckie! He’s open and very outgoing! The only thing he needs is a girlfriend!
Tracey: (Sighs) Nothin’ much. (She shuts her locker)
Chuckie: (Concerned) what’s wrong? (Puts his arm around her shoulder) You look upset!
Tracey: (Hesitates) it’s nothin’…really!
Cynthia: (Walks up from behind, along with Brandi) yeah… sure there’s NOTHINNNGGG wrong!
Brandi: (nudges Cynthia’s arm) Shut-up, Cynthia!
Cynthia: (Angry) No! You shut-up! Why you always mean to me anyways?
(Bell rings)
Brandi: (smiles) ‘Cause I love you! (They all walk away)
Scene 5
(Outside the school building) once outside, Tracey looks towards the building walls, to see if there’s any familiar face there. She gets a sudden flashback of the dream; where he grabs her by her arm and pulls her towards him for a kiss.
Tracey: (thinks) I have to find out who this guy is! (She turns her gaze back to the wall and searches for him. After a while of examining….) forget it! (Says out loud. Gives up and turns to go to her bus)
Scene 6
(Tracey’s room) Brandi and Cynthia are staying over for the night, so they set their sleeping bags. When finished they all hop on the bed and face Tracey.
Cynthia: So what are you gona do now?
Tracey: I…I really don’t know. I mean, I want to find out who this guy is, but the question is how? I don’t even know what the guy looks like!
Brandi: Well….did you try MySpace? (Chuckles)
Tracey: (Fake laughs) Ha-Ha-Ha! Yeah, I already read that book. Don’t mess with me, okay? I’m really not in the book…. (Irritated) I mean mood!
Brandi cracks up.
Cynthia: (ignores Brandi) weren’t you able to see some parts of it? Like-like his hair, or color or kind of clothes?
Tracey: (bites her lip) um…well he did have reddish-brownish hair. But that’s the only thing I could see clearly. It’s like those people in the news that don’t want to show their faces, so the news-people smear it up.
Cynthia: Hmmm. What else……was his hair long, short, curly?
Tracey: No! It wasn’t too long, or too short. They were perfect boyish hair. They were-they were just there. They were perfect!
Tracey was so into describing his hair that she didn’t even remember her friends were there. By the time she noticed them, they’d fallen asleep. Tiredness took over he; she yawns. She’d put on her headphones to listen to her CD-player, but after a few minutes she’d fallen asleep.
Scene 7
SONG: ME & YOU; BY CASIE AND RAY J
PART 1:
(At a party; really crowded)
Tracey walks to the table full of food and drinks and takes a cup of beer. While taking a sip, she turns around and scans the dancing crowd. But she jumps and drops the cup of beer.
Tracey: Oh…my…god!
A guy with dirty brown hair, white shirt, and dark blue jeans walks towards her. He has a big smirk, like he’s confident about whatever he’s about to do. Tracey blinks. Once…..twice….thrice; her breathing gets heavy, her eyes set on his face. He stops once he reaches her.
Tracey: (thinks) it is him!
Brown hair guy: Hi… (He runs a hand through his hair) Um… (Hesitates) Do you… (Clears his throat)
Tracey: (quickly, interrupts before he finishes) what are you doing here? You’re….you’re supposed to be with (swallows and takes a deep breath) ….with ------.
Brown hair guy: (Shakes his head) we’re not together; we never were! (Before she could say anything, he quickly asks her) D’you wanna dance?
Tracey didn’t know what to say. She blinks, staring at him mouth open. But when she gets what he just asks her, she shuts her mouth and nods. He takes her by her hand and leads her towards the middle of the dance floor. Then he pulls her closer to his body. Chest to chest, hand in hand.
Brown hair guy: (sniffs, leans closer to Tracey’s ear and whispers) you smell good. (Slowly his lips touch the tip of Tracey’s ear. She inhales a sharp breath)
Tracey: (swallows) Th-thanks.
Suddenly Tracey turns away, loosening his grip. He lets go, but not completely. His hand slides from Tracey’s arm, to her chest, down to her waist. He tightens his arm around it, like a snake strangling a person with its entire body, and pulls her towards him. Her head bangs against his chest. His hand gently comes up to caress her hair. Without thinking her arms tenderly travel around his neck, folding themselves into a lock.
Tracey: (thinks) why not? He’s the one I want!
Tracey picks her head off his chest. Slowly, she brings up her eyes to meet his. Then she runs her right hand down his left cheek, carefully placing it on top of his lips. She soothingly runs her thumb across his soft lips. She leans in closer to his face.
Tracey: (voice) Stop! Stop! You don’t know what you’re doing! This is WRONG!
Tracey: (another voice) No Tracey, she’s wrong. Whatever you’re doing, it’s all right! This is your moment! No one can take it away from you, you’ve waited too long. You’re absolutely, positively RIGHT!
Tracey listens to the good voice and leans in so that her lips are on top of his. He reacts as soon as their lips touch. Her left hand quickly digs into his hair. She pulls him closer, close enough that her breasts push against his chest. Hunger takes control. After what seem like minutes later, she pulls back up, gasping for air. She sees him doing the same. Tracey knew that he wanted more and so did she, but nor the place nor the time was right.
Brown hair guy: (grins) you’re pretty good at this, aren’t you?
Tracey smiles. Suddenly she craved for more beer.
Tracey: I’ll….I’ll be right back.
Brown hair guy: (nods) want me to come with you?
Tracey: (shakes her head) Na, you stay here. (Walks away)
PART 2:
Tracey grabs her beer and turns to leave. But someone blocks her way. It was a guy with dirty-blond hair. He wore a black shirt with ripped jeans.
Blond hair guy: Hey, sweetie.
Tracey: (irritated) Move ---- (muffled out by a beep)
Blond hair guy: Why? Don’t you wanna dance with me?
Tracey: (snaps) No! Now move! (She starts to walk away, but he grabs her by her wrist)
Blond hair guy: (he leans closer to her, lips brushing her neck. She shivers) Come on! You know you want to. (He starts pulling her towards the back door)
Tracey: (trembling) I…I said get away ------- (muffled out by a beep) I don’t want to do anything with you! Isn’t it enough that you ----- (gets cut off)
Blond hair guy: (puts a finger over her lips) shhhhhh…..you don’t want anyone finding out what happened to you, do you?
Tracey: (a tear runs down her cheek, whispers) ASSHOLE!
Blond hair guy: (angry) Bitch! Don’t you dare call me asshole! (He tightens his grip on her wrist and twists it)
Tracey: (drops the drink, yells) OW! What the hell is your problem? There are plenty of girls here who could give you what you want, then why me?
Blond hair guy: (evil laugh) ‘Cause you’re the only one who I haven’t done. (Tracey shivers) Now you’re gonna to HAVE to go with me! I love girls who’re scared! (He starts to pull her towards the door when a hand lands on his arm)
Brown hair guy: LET-HER-GO!
Blond hair guy: What? Who the hell are you?
Tracey looks up at him.
Brown hair guy: I’m her… (Looks at Tracey) boyfriend.
Tracey and blond hair guy: (in shock) WHAT!?
Brown hair guy: (winks at Tracey) Let’s go! (Takes Tracey’s hand and starts to leave. Blond hair guy immediately lets go)
Tracey: why you say that for?
Brown hair guy: (glances at her) why? Don’t you think we can be together?
Tracey: yes…. I mean no! You have a girlfriend. How could you even say that?
Brown hair guy: (smirking) Shouldn’t you have thought of that when you were kissin’ me?
Tracey: (stammers) um...well…um….but-but-but…. (Slowly) you told me that you guys were never together!
Brown hair guy: (turns around to face her) Exactly! (Grabs her shoulders) So that means that now I have the right to do this too! (He leans down and presses his lips on top of hers)
Tracey stumbles a little at first, but relaxes as her hands find the right places. After a while they break the kiss.
Brown hair guy: Let’s go home.
Tracey: (dizzy) Sooooo, does this means we’re together?
Brown hair guy: (chuckles) yes. (Kisses on her forehead)
PART 3:
(In the car) the beer has caught up to Tracey’s head. She acts like a drunken idiot! She’s laughing while the brown hair guy looks deeply into her eyes. Tracey notices him looking and stops laughing. She runs her finger down his cheek. They both kiss.
Letting Go......
Letting Go…
Prologue
The knife went right through me! I could see myself blacking out. I looked around for help. “Anyone!” a whisper came out. BAAM!! My head landed on the ground. Breathe! I need to BREATHE!
“Ow! That gotta hurt!” Emone said, in his sonorous, British accent. “Only if you had listened to me! You could’ve been with me; you could’ve been my queen. But no, you had to choose that bastard! What the hell did you see in him that you didn’t see in me?”
“Shut up, please, just…just shut up!” my voice squeaked out. It was getting difficult for me to breathe. I could feel my body getting numb. I knew I didn’t have much time but if only…only once I could see him!
“You know you could still live…” he said as he kneeled and put his hand on my forehead. I moved my head out of his reach. “In fact, you won’t ever have to die! You just gotta let me take a bite. It won’t hurt a bit!”
“NEVER! I only belong to one, and that is not you! It can never be you, Emone! NEVER! I know he’ll come; he’ll come and definitely save me….” I just hope he makes it on time! But instead of saying anything, Emone just smiled, lowered down, and put his mouth on my neck. Get away from me, I screamed on top of my lungs, but no voice came out. I tried sliding away, but it didn’t help much. No, I can’t let him do this, I thought. FATE! Fate help! PLEASE!!! I closed my eyes as tight as possible, hoping to hear Fate’s voice.
Chapter 1
It was a new day, which meant something new to start with. Well for most of us! Mom was still upset about what had happened the night before. You see, mom and I had a long argument over the fact why I don’t have a boyfriend. Which now is irritating for the fact that Chesterville never has and never will have any my type of guys. Here’s how it started:
I had just came home from my friend, Emi’s house and was about to go to my room, when mom stopped me.
Mom: “Hold it right there!”
I turned around and faced her.
Mom: “Where do you think you’re coming from?”
Me: “Emi’s.”
Mom: “Emi’s? Doing what? And why couldn’t you call to tell me that?”
Me: “MOM!”
Mom: “You know I never knew what you saw in her. You’re always hanging out with her. It always brought me to think if you’re… you know… not straight!”
Me: “MOM! That’s so wrong! Why would you…”
Mom: “But I could always be wrong. I mean the thought that you’ve never dated a guy always makes me a little worried. I got my first boyfriend when I was 13. And look at you, you’re almost 17 and still no guy!”
Me: “Mom, please! It’s not my fault that guys don’t like the way I dress! And I’m not willing to change myself for them. In fact, I like the way I look. And if a guy is ready to accept me the way I am, then that’s the one for me! But mom, I can’t be you either. In fact, I’m never gona be you. In fact… I’m not every guy’s first choice, instead I’m their last. Which is fine, cause I can wait! So stop worrying!”
Mom: “Well I don’t care; either you find yourself a guy, or I will! And also get one more thing, you better get some other place to go to, too, rather than Emi’s house!”
Me: “But mom, she already has a boyfriend!”
Mom: “I don’t care!”
Me: “Then I don’t either!”
And then I just ran to my room and loudly shut the door.
So you see, that’s what she thinks about me. I know, I’m kind of surprised that she actually does too! I mean me, her own daughter…a bi? I mean it’s not like I don’t want a boyfriend, I mean I do, but I don’t seem to like any of the boys here, at Chesterville; they’re just too ugly!
Diing!! “Coming!” I raced to the door with my books in one hand, and my lunch in the other. You see I’m not a big fan of school lunch, so most of the time I just bought lunch from McDonald’s near my house while walking to school, or made it at home.
“Ready?” Emi asked.
“Ready!” I replied, nodding my head.
Emi was one of my best friends. She had a great sense of humor. Her little, grayish, vampire-looking eyes always made me want to hug her! Her brownish hair shining in the sun with her fiery skin color. She held her black and white Hello Kitty purse as we would walk to school together everyday. Her jokes always made me forget about everything. Sometimes, even time!
“So what you bring for lunch today?” Emi asked, as we walked.
“Nothing good, really; just a peanut butter banana sandwich with lemon iced tea. What about you?” I said.
“I’m buying today.”
“Oh.”
“So, what do you think about my outfit?”
I looked at her from head to toe, examining her carefully. She was wearing a sky blue blouse with an arm length, black skirt. “Like a joker!” I said laughing.
“Really?” she asked.
“No…. you look pretty! Why are you so dressed anyways?”
“Well…… you remember the time when I was telling you about this interview that I wanted to go to, so I can show my pictures to the world…..” she took a long breath and spoke more, “…..well they interviewed me after school yesterday and called me this morning and told me they would like me to come to Europe during the summer! They’re going to take a picture of me in school today morning and broadcast it on the news! Can you believe it?”
“NOOOO WAAY!! I can’t!”
Prologue
The knife went right through me! I could see myself blacking out. I looked around for help. “Anyone!” a whisper came out. BAAM!! My head landed on the ground. Breathe! I need to BREATHE!
“Ow! That gotta hurt!” Emone said, in his sonorous, British accent. “Only if you had listened to me! You could’ve been with me; you could’ve been my queen. But no, you had to choose that bastard! What the hell did you see in him that you didn’t see in me?”
“Shut up, please, just…just shut up!” my voice squeaked out. It was getting difficult for me to breathe. I could feel my body getting numb. I knew I didn’t have much time but if only…only once I could see him!
“You know you could still live…” he said as he kneeled and put his hand on my forehead. I moved my head out of his reach. “In fact, you won’t ever have to die! You just gotta let me take a bite. It won’t hurt a bit!”
“NEVER! I only belong to one, and that is not you! It can never be you, Emone! NEVER! I know he’ll come; he’ll come and definitely save me….” I just hope he makes it on time! But instead of saying anything, Emone just smiled, lowered down, and put his mouth on my neck. Get away from me, I screamed on top of my lungs, but no voice came out. I tried sliding away, but it didn’t help much. No, I can’t let him do this, I thought. FATE! Fate help! PLEASE!!! I closed my eyes as tight as possible, hoping to hear Fate’s voice.
Chapter 1
It was a new day, which meant something new to start with. Well for most of us! Mom was still upset about what had happened the night before. You see, mom and I had a long argument over the fact why I don’t have a boyfriend. Which now is irritating for the fact that Chesterville never has and never will have any my type of guys. Here’s how it started:
I had just came home from my friend, Emi’s house and was about to go to my room, when mom stopped me.
Mom: “Hold it right there!”
I turned around and faced her.
Mom: “Where do you think you’re coming from?”
Me: “Emi’s.”
Mom: “Emi’s? Doing what? And why couldn’t you call to tell me that?”
Me: “MOM!”
Mom: “You know I never knew what you saw in her. You’re always hanging out with her. It always brought me to think if you’re… you know… not straight!”
Me: “MOM! That’s so wrong! Why would you…”
Mom: “But I could always be wrong. I mean the thought that you’ve never dated a guy always makes me a little worried. I got my first boyfriend when I was 13. And look at you, you’re almost 17 and still no guy!”
Me: “Mom, please! It’s not my fault that guys don’t like the way I dress! And I’m not willing to change myself for them. In fact, I like the way I look. And if a guy is ready to accept me the way I am, then that’s the one for me! But mom, I can’t be you either. In fact, I’m never gona be you. In fact… I’m not every guy’s first choice, instead I’m their last. Which is fine, cause I can wait! So stop worrying!”
Mom: “Well I don’t care; either you find yourself a guy, or I will! And also get one more thing, you better get some other place to go to, too, rather than Emi’s house!”
Me: “But mom, she already has a boyfriend!”
Mom: “I don’t care!”
Me: “Then I don’t either!”
And then I just ran to my room and loudly shut the door.
So you see, that’s what she thinks about me. I know, I’m kind of surprised that she actually does too! I mean me, her own daughter…a bi? I mean it’s not like I don’t want a boyfriend, I mean I do, but I don’t seem to like any of the boys here, at Chesterville; they’re just too ugly!
Diing!! “Coming!” I raced to the door with my books in one hand, and my lunch in the other. You see I’m not a big fan of school lunch, so most of the time I just bought lunch from McDonald’s near my house while walking to school, or made it at home.
“Ready?” Emi asked.
“Ready!” I replied, nodding my head.
Emi was one of my best friends. She had a great sense of humor. Her little, grayish, vampire-looking eyes always made me want to hug her! Her brownish hair shining in the sun with her fiery skin color. She held her black and white Hello Kitty purse as we would walk to school together everyday. Her jokes always made me forget about everything. Sometimes, even time!
“So what you bring for lunch today?” Emi asked, as we walked.
“Nothing good, really; just a peanut butter banana sandwich with lemon iced tea. What about you?” I said.
“I’m buying today.”
“Oh.”
“So, what do you think about my outfit?”
I looked at her from head to toe, examining her carefully. She was wearing a sky blue blouse with an arm length, black skirt. “Like a joker!” I said laughing.
“Really?” she asked.
“No…. you look pretty! Why are you so dressed anyways?”
“Well…… you remember the time when I was telling you about this interview that I wanted to go to, so I can show my pictures to the world…..” she took a long breath and spoke more, “…..well they interviewed me after school yesterday and called me this morning and told me they would like me to come to Europe during the summer! They’re going to take a picture of me in school today morning and broadcast it on the news! Can you believe it?”
“NOOOO WAAY!! I can’t!”
Monday, March 30, 2009
Dark night
It was a dark night. My parents had just gotten finished up with fighting. I had a big test tomorrow morning and I needed to get some sleep. After the fight I had heard the door open and shut loudly. I heard footsteps and then a car start, move, and drive away. Maybe dad went to chill out a bit. I started to hear whimpers and loud sobs. They started to get louder and louder. I shut my eyes tightly, until they disappeared. I was not going to be involved in this anymore. I wonder what they could be fighting over tonight. But who really does care? I mean if I do go and try to stop it, it’s just going to get bigger. They never listen, they only argue!
I woke up in the middle of the night. I heard a door open and close. Maybe it’s dad. The floor squeak as tiptoes came towards my room. I thought dad was going to check up on me. But the tiptoes just passed my room and went to the far end of the hall. That’s where his room is. That’s it, he just goes to bed? Nothing! I GUESS THEIR FIGHTS WILL NEVER END.
MY HEAD WAS HURTING WHEN I WOKE UP IN THE MORNING. I GOT OUT OF BED AND WENT TO THE BATHROOM. I LOOKED AT MY FACE IN THE MIRROR AND WASHED it. THE HOUSE WAS REALLY Quiet. BESIDES THE BIRDS OUTSIDE MY WINDOW I COULDN’T HEAR ANYTHING AT ALL! MAYBE IT’S JUST MY EARS, I THOUGHT. I OPENED MY BEDROOM DOOR AND PEERED IN THE HALLWAY. NO ONE! I GOT OUT OF MY ROOM AND STARTED GOING TOWARDS THE LIVING ROOM. WHEN I SAW NO ONE THERE I WENT TO THE KITCHEN. EMPTY! THE ENTIRE HOUSE WAS EMPTY! I GUESS THEY LEFT BECAUSE THEY WANTED TO TELL THE WHOLE WORLD ABOUT THEIR FIGHTS. Great! More people get to know about it! OH WELL, AT LEAST I GOT THE HOUSE ALL TO Myself! I COULD DO ANYTHING I WANT TO, which was what I wanted!
Now first thing’s first, let’s turn this into a party house. I pushed the sofas against the wall, and then gathered some CDs. I turned down the lights, put some snacks in a bowl, and ordered some pizza. Next I called up a few kids to call up their friends and tell them all to come over my house at 4pm. I think that sounds good. It’s almost 3pm and still no sign of my parents; so most likely having a party at 4pm doesn’t sound half bad! The house started filling up around 4:15 though. The music got louder and louder and the snacks got lesser and lesser. It was around 6:20 when I saw him. With His dreamy smile and soft, dark brown hair he came towards me. His name was eddy. He was really popular around school. Heck! He was an inspiration to all the kids!
“Hi! You know where the snacks are?” he asked.
What! That’s what he wanted to ask? Where the snacks are? That’s a piss off!
“I guess you don’t know either!” he said and walked away.
It was around 8:06 when I heard the front door open. “What’s going on here?” I heard someone shout. He had a heavy voice. It sounded just like my dad. I quickly walked towards the front door. Hell, it was my dad! I saw all the party guests slowly walking out. I almost forgot about my parents! When the room cleared up I saw my dad, standing steady as possible. His face was blood red. He was angry, I knew it. My mom was standing behind him, looking down at the floor. She didn’t say anything at all, just looked down.
Well, this is what happens if you’re grounded for an entire week! You’re stuck, sitting at home, not able to go anywhere! Man, was I bored. Well, it didn’t last for long. I heard a knock on the door, “Come in!” I said.
My dad walked in along with mom to his side. “Sweetie? Um… we got some talking to do,” He sounded kind of upset.
I woke up in the middle of the night. I heard a door open and close. Maybe it’s dad. The floor squeak as tiptoes came towards my room. I thought dad was going to check up on me. But the tiptoes just passed my room and went to the far end of the hall. That’s where his room is. That’s it, he just goes to bed? Nothing! I GUESS THEIR FIGHTS WILL NEVER END.
MY HEAD WAS HURTING WHEN I WOKE UP IN THE MORNING. I GOT OUT OF BED AND WENT TO THE BATHROOM. I LOOKED AT MY FACE IN THE MIRROR AND WASHED it. THE HOUSE WAS REALLY Quiet. BESIDES THE BIRDS OUTSIDE MY WINDOW I COULDN’T HEAR ANYTHING AT ALL! MAYBE IT’S JUST MY EARS, I THOUGHT. I OPENED MY BEDROOM DOOR AND PEERED IN THE HALLWAY. NO ONE! I GOT OUT OF MY ROOM AND STARTED GOING TOWARDS THE LIVING ROOM. WHEN I SAW NO ONE THERE I WENT TO THE KITCHEN. EMPTY! THE ENTIRE HOUSE WAS EMPTY! I GUESS THEY LEFT BECAUSE THEY WANTED TO TELL THE WHOLE WORLD ABOUT THEIR FIGHTS. Great! More people get to know about it! OH WELL, AT LEAST I GOT THE HOUSE ALL TO Myself! I COULD DO ANYTHING I WANT TO, which was what I wanted!
Now first thing’s first, let’s turn this into a party house. I pushed the sofas against the wall, and then gathered some CDs. I turned down the lights, put some snacks in a bowl, and ordered some pizza. Next I called up a few kids to call up their friends and tell them all to come over my house at 4pm. I think that sounds good. It’s almost 3pm and still no sign of my parents; so most likely having a party at 4pm doesn’t sound half bad! The house started filling up around 4:15 though. The music got louder and louder and the snacks got lesser and lesser. It was around 6:20 when I saw him. With His dreamy smile and soft, dark brown hair he came towards me. His name was eddy. He was really popular around school. Heck! He was an inspiration to all the kids!
“Hi! You know where the snacks are?” he asked.
What! That’s what he wanted to ask? Where the snacks are? That’s a piss off!
“I guess you don’t know either!” he said and walked away.
It was around 8:06 when I heard the front door open. “What’s going on here?” I heard someone shout. He had a heavy voice. It sounded just like my dad. I quickly walked towards the front door. Hell, it was my dad! I saw all the party guests slowly walking out. I almost forgot about my parents! When the room cleared up I saw my dad, standing steady as possible. His face was blood red. He was angry, I knew it. My mom was standing behind him, looking down at the floor. She didn’t say anything at all, just looked down.
Well, this is what happens if you’re grounded for an entire week! You’re stuck, sitting at home, not able to go anywhere! Man, was I bored. Well, it didn’t last for long. I heard a knock on the door, “Come in!” I said.
My dad walked in along with mom to his side. “Sweetie? Um… we got some talking to do,” He sounded kind of upset.
To be continued.....................
The Dream!
THE DREAM!
It was a cold day. No sun, no rain. The leaves were falling and the clouds were sprinkling snow. Tiny snowflakes landed on the windows as mom drove the car. I quietly sat in the back, looking out the window. I hated winter! Even if I had my birthday in the winter, I’ll still hate it! The only two seasons that I actually liked were spring and summer.
The place was surrounded by trees. Not a single house in site! I looked tree from tree, until I’d see anything interesting. But no luck! I was about to look away, when all of the sudden I saw something catchy. It looked like one of those old mansions, or should I say haunted houses, that I see in movies all the time! Some of the windows were broken and the roof tiles were ripped off. The house was colored black and looked burned. It seemed to be my type of HOUSE!
As I searched the house, I saw a person in front of the house raking. He was dressed all in black, top to bottom. He had long dark hair. Wait a minute….. Is it a he? I looked away imaging what his face would look like? I really do hope it is a he. I quickly turned back to look, when I saw the person not standing there. “What?” I spoke, “Where did he go?” I walked a little closer to the house looking around, when someone tapped on my shoulder. I froze. Oh my god! He’s right behind me! What should I do, I should probably just act like I’m blind. Like I was looking for the bus stop and ended up here! Yeah…that’s a good idea.
But when I turned around I forgot what I was going to do. My brain went completely blank! The only thing I could see was him. Yep! That’s right. It was a he! A beautiful, sexy looking he! His soft dark hair on his beautiful face, along with his 4 am shadow. Wow he was dreamy!
“I…uh…I….um...” I struggled to talk.
“You know, this is private property!”
I nodded….and you’re my private property, I thought.
“…did you need something?”
“Mmmmmmm!”
“Are you alright?”
“HUH? What? Yeah! I got to go!” I said as I started walking.
But my heart still didn’t allow me to leave. It made my body turn around and look at my prince charming one more time! He’s…. he’s not here! Where did he go? I walked towards the house, searching for my prince. I didn’t see him until I was halfway towards the house. My body started shaking when he looked at me. I don’t know why, but I ran up to him and hugged him tightly, not letting him go! Surprisingly, he hugged me back! It all seemed so awkward, me hugging him for no apparent reason, him hugging me back! I had no clue what was going on, but the next thing just surprised me even more! We were kissing! I didn’t even know the guy and we were already kissing each other! Wow! And apparently I just woke up, before I got to find out what happened next! I just hope I get to finish this dream the next time it comes!
It was a cold day. No sun, no rain. The leaves were falling and the clouds were sprinkling snow. Tiny snowflakes landed on the windows as mom drove the car. I quietly sat in the back, looking out the window. I hated winter! Even if I had my birthday in the winter, I’ll still hate it! The only two seasons that I actually liked were spring and summer.
The place was surrounded by trees. Not a single house in site! I looked tree from tree, until I’d see anything interesting. But no luck! I was about to look away, when all of the sudden I saw something catchy. It looked like one of those old mansions, or should I say haunted houses, that I see in movies all the time! Some of the windows were broken and the roof tiles were ripped off. The house was colored black and looked burned. It seemed to be my type of HOUSE!
As I searched the house, I saw a person in front of the house raking. He was dressed all in black, top to bottom. He had long dark hair. Wait a minute….. Is it a he? I looked away imaging what his face would look like? I really do hope it is a he. I quickly turned back to look, when I saw the person not standing there. “What?” I spoke, “Where did he go?” I walked a little closer to the house looking around, when someone tapped on my shoulder. I froze. Oh my god! He’s right behind me! What should I do, I should probably just act like I’m blind. Like I was looking for the bus stop and ended up here! Yeah…that’s a good idea.
But when I turned around I forgot what I was going to do. My brain went completely blank! The only thing I could see was him. Yep! That’s right. It was a he! A beautiful, sexy looking he! His soft dark hair on his beautiful face, along with his 4 am shadow. Wow he was dreamy!
“I…uh…I….um...” I struggled to talk.
“You know, this is private property!”
I nodded….and you’re my private property, I thought.
“…did you need something?”
“Mmmmmmm!”
“Are you alright?”
“HUH? What? Yeah! I got to go!” I said as I started walking.
But my heart still didn’t allow me to leave. It made my body turn around and look at my prince charming one more time! He’s…. he’s not here! Where did he go? I walked towards the house, searching for my prince. I didn’t see him until I was halfway towards the house. My body started shaking when he looked at me. I don’t know why, but I ran up to him and hugged him tightly, not letting him go! Surprisingly, he hugged me back! It all seemed so awkward, me hugging him for no apparent reason, him hugging me back! I had no clue what was going on, but the next thing just surprised me even more! We were kissing! I didn’t even know the guy and we were already kissing each other! Wow! And apparently I just woke up, before I got to find out what happened next! I just hope I get to finish this dream the next time it comes!
What an idiot!
What an Idiot….
The voices throughout the hallway,
Kids walloping into each other.
Mirth and shrieking each other’s names’
Smooching and kissing until the bell rings.
Trying to get through, so I won’t be late,
All of the sudden I see a familiar face.
“Oh God! It’s him!”
What do I do?
Look and smile at him,
Or just ignore and walk away from him?
Closer and closer as he gets,
I make the verdict of ignoring him and walking away.
Just until…..he yells my name.
I look up and act like I didn’t see him,
Wondering who had just called me.
Until I see him talking to someone else,
Who is not me!
What an idiot I am!
The voices throughout the hallway,
Kids walloping into each other.
Mirth and shrieking each other’s names’
Smooching and kissing until the bell rings.
Trying to get through, so I won’t be late,
All of the sudden I see a familiar face.
“Oh God! It’s him!”
What do I do?
Look and smile at him,
Or just ignore and walk away from him?
Closer and closer as he gets,
I make the verdict of ignoring him and walking away.
Just until…..he yells my name.
I look up and act like I didn’t see him,
Wondering who had just called me.
Until I see him talking to someone else,
Who is not me!
What an idiot I am!
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Happiness Sadness Excitement
Kisses Warmth Pleasure Attraction
Feelings Ineffable Desires Romance Worries Closeness
Hormones Words Girlfriend Boyfriend Personal Hearts Lust Fights
Concern Passion Motivation Pride Social Friendship Trust Country Politics Family
Success Relationships Couples History Honor Life Me You Us
Chemistry Hunger Thirst Attachment Mate Acquaintance Bonding
Marriage Children Teenagers Levels Commitment Affects
Caring Daring Secrets Realities feelings
Intimacy Confidence Understanding Time
Similarities Contacts Wishes
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