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    Storm Brewing – (Chapter: ch 11)

     

    Spencer saw the look on my face and stopped laughing coming toward me she cupped my face making sure I looked at her, “Yes I want to be your girlfriend…” she whispered quietly forcing me to listen, “Inside does that mean marriage?”

     

    I nodded, she smiled.

     

    “I would love to marry you…” I went to interrupt but she places a finger to my lips, “But we are young and I don’t want to right now…no offense.”

     

    “None taken,” my smile matching the one she was wearing, “So what does it mean out here?”

     

    “Um well,” she pulled back scratching the back of her neck for a moment, “We just get to hang out and make out…” she giggled at her own joke which I rolled my eyes at, “Only you can’t kiss or flirt or uh have sex with anyone but me…” she lowered her eyes, “That’s okay right?”

     

    This time it was me taking her face into my hands, “You’re the only one I’d want to do those things with.” I leaned in to kiss her only to have her pull away, “What’s wrong?”

     

    “Nothing,” she shook her head, I gave her a I-don’t-believe-you look and she chuckled, “Really nothing I…puke breath…” she said reminding me she had threw up earlier which is funny cause I didn’t even smell it on her breath when we were close.

     

    “Right…then I so don’t want to kiss you.”

     

    She pouted and took a step, “Why not?”

     

    “Don’t even give me that missy,” I pointed at her giving her my best stern face which wasn’t working to well she just folded her arms and pouted more, “Look you wash out your mouth and I’ll kiss you when ever you want.”

     

    Her eyes danced with glee as she grabbed my hand, “Come on!”

     

    “Where are we going?” I asked trying to keep up with her quickly feet.

     

    “To the stream…” she glanced back wiggling her eyebrows, “So I can wash out my mouth.”

     

    Rolling my eyes and laughing at how eager she was I raced ahead of her making her run after me.

     

    XXXX

     

    After a good hour or so of making out we made our way back into the village and to her father’s house. Arthur sat at the table looking over some papers with a cup of steaming tea in his hand, he glanced up with a soft smile, “Girls…I’m glad you’re okay.” He stood up but we made sure to make it to him so he didn’t have to go far with his limp.

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    1. i re-read it and decided that one of the reasons why I love your writing so much is the specific mannerisms you include. It’s so cool that every event that happens , and everything that’s said has a specific reaction included with it. I know thats random, but it’s just a general observation. It’s awesome!

    2. i re-read it and decided that one of the reasons why I love your writing so much is the specific mannerisms you include. It’s so cool that every event that happens , and everything that’s said has a specific reaction included with it. I know thats random, but it’s just a general observation. It’s awesome!

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