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Posted 5/7/08
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there was once a boyfriend and his girlfriend.the girl is blind, and is a victim of poverty, that's why she cannot afford to pay for her eye operation. while going through life along with her boyfriend, she enjoyed listening on how beautiful the world around them as her boy describes it.

the time came when she earned enough for an eye check-up.it was a good news!! she just needs eye donations and she can see for the first time of her life. she waited for two weeks, and then a news from her doctor enlightened her life. there is someone willing to give his eyes to her.

after the operation, and three weeks later, she can already see the world that her boyfriend described as beautiful. but an upon seeing her boyfriend, she got angry for the fact that her boyfriend was also blind.

"why didn't you tell me when i was still blind?" the girl shouted and cried.

the boy somehow didn't spoke even a single word, allowing the girl to express all her feelings.

"you're telling me that the world is so beautiful, but then you are blind?how can you lie to me. i trusted you with everything!!" then she broke up with him after their heart-breaking quarrel.

the boy without speaking a word the whole time, turned his back away crying and said, "please, take care of my eyes.", he whispered to himself.
Posted 5/8/08
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Cliche Stuff

"I-itai!!!" a strangled cry escaped from parted lips, amongst the clatter of breaking plates.

"Ha! You deserved it low-life." teary brown eyes looked up into harsh violent ones. "A-ami-s-san-"

Slap. "SHUT UP!" Ami screamed, some of her long raven hair escaping from its elegantly decorated bun. "Ami-" another slap, this time harder. Much, much harder.

"As far as I'm concerened, you don't even have the right to say my name filth." she spat out. "You're just lucky that Lord Daisuke accpeted you and your mother as maids in this household." Ami straightened up, a malevolent smirk forming on her lips. "In reality, you're nothing but the dirt under my sho-"

"Finish that word and I'll have you out of my father's house Tsukinomi-san." the girl whirled around, eyes widening in surprise.
"Su-Suzune-kun! I... I..." she turned to look back down at the shuddering mass of long chestnut hair. "Tayune-sa-"

The boy moved from his position at the door and slowly advanced to the girl. "Spare me from your lies Tsukinomi." he looked down at Tayune, concern flashing through his red eyes. "Tayune..." the girl responded, hesitantly lifting her tear filled eyes to his. "It's alright. I'm here."

Brown eyes widened instantly as Suzune moved to pick her up. "No! I mean... that is to say... -a deep inhale- I can walk on my own."

Ami nodded, stepping in between the two. "Yes! That's right Suzune-kun! Tayune here can take care of herse-"

Once again, Suzune pinned the girl with a hard look. "Must I repeat myself, Tsukimoni-san?" he sighed and stood up, weaving a hand through his black locks. "Return to your room immediately, I shall have a word with you about this... unfortunate encounter."

"Yes, yes of course!" she bowed over and over again, heading outside the door. "Anything for my Suzu-"

"Tayune, your ankle is bleeding and you have a large bruise on your elbow."

Anger and jealousy flashed through Ami's violet eyes. "-ne-kun..." she threw one last scathing look at Tayune, who was currently protesting against Suzune, and stomped away.

"-it'll get infected-"

"I can treat them myself!"

"You can barely even sit up."

"Yes I can! See?" Tayune pushed herself off from the floor. "I can stand-" she wobbled precariously and nearly fell if not for the two arms that supported her on the last minute.

Suzune shook his head. "You are tired, exhausted even. I'll take you to your room."

"It is not needed Suzune-sa-"

"I'll take you to your room." with one swoop, he lifted her into his arms and carried her away. "Ryu,, can you please take care of this for Tayune-san? She is currently unable to do it herse-"

"That's because you're not letting me do it myself." Tayune grumbled, completely forgetting exactly to whom she was talking to, earning a small chuckle from Ryu, the head servant in the mansion. Tayune blinked and blushed immediately in embarassment as Ryu said, "It is a refreshing change, if I may so boldly say, Suzune-sama, to see a young girl interrupting and rebutting your statements at free will."

"Uwaaaaa...! I'm sorry, so, so, so, so, so, sorry..." she said, trying to wriggle herself out of Suzune's arms.

"It also must be refreshing for you to see a girl detesting my touch isn't it Ryu?" Suzune commented, fiery orbs dancing with amusement.

"Yes it is, m'lord." Ryu nodded, some rays of light catching his greying hairing. Tayune glared at both men and huffed, once again forgetting who exactly she was sending scathing looks at. "This is amusing both of you isn't it?"

Suzune nodded. "Yes, it most certainly is." The glare intensified. "Let.Me.Go." Tayune demanded furiously. "I'll yell if you don't."

Suzune raised an eyebrow. He looked at Ryu and winked. The older male winked back. "Okay." he put Tayune down.

She gaped at him like a fish. "You put me through all that trouble just because you were amused?!" she barred her teeth and marched towards the still severely amused boy. "Look here, I DO NOT want to be handled like a thing, nor do I like being ridiculed! IS.THAT.CLEAR?" Each word was joined by a poke in the chest.

When the boy said nothing, merely looking at her with curiousity, Tayune stepped back and put her hands on her hips. "Well I for one, am not going to stand this. I shall take my leave." she turned around and halted.

"Suzune-sama, Ryu-san." she bowed at them hastily, hair covering her burning cheeks and very nearly fled from the area.

When the girl was out of sight, Ryu commented. "She completely forgot that you were her master and only remembered when she excused herself, then forgetting all she had said to you." he tilted his head to the side, a critical blue eye assessing the smirking boy in front of him. "What are you thinking Suzune?"

From the very start, Ryu had been there to take care of Suzune and thought of him as his own son and therefore adored him and supported him but sometimes...

"I think I like her."

...sometimes...

"And I want her."

...sometimes, he was just too damned determined for his own good.

Eto... it doesn't end here just yet...




Posted 5/8/08
Shimia49

FANG
Chapter 1
The Strange Boy


It’s a long story and strange a one. It started on the full moon Thursday night of Feb. 21, 2008 –The scene goes into the night sky with the full moon and shining stars. Then zooms to the inside of a school-

Girl 1: Hey Mina! Hurry up!
Mina: I’m coming Hana!
Hana: Ugh. Does it really take you that long to clean the classroom desks?
Mina: Well…….yea. * She scratches her head*

-The scene changes to the night sky in the city. The clouds cover the full moon. You hear helicopters and police sirens. You see a boy with no shirt and torn pants.-

Boy: *pant and breaths deeply while running. He nearly trips several times.*
Police 1: Did you find him? *he speaks curiously. He turns a curve and he’s driving fast.*
Police 2: Uhh….. no. He’s running too fast. *He’s in a helicopter*
Police 1: Tomo, What is this boy?
Tomo: Don’t know Officer Seto. Don’t Know.

- The scene goes back to Hana and Mina outside of the school. There’s birds chirping and cars passing by. –

Hana: Did you get your new cell phone yet? *she smile anxiously*
Mina: Yea, wanna see? * she searches her purse but can’t find it*
Hana: Don’t tell me you left it at school. *she sighn in shame*
Mina: I think I did. I’ll be back. *She runs back into the school*
Hana: You’re gonna have to tell me later cause I gotta go!
Mina: OK! Bye!

*Hana walks off and goes home* -The scene changes to the city and shows the boy running towards the school. You hear sirens and helicopters.-

Boy: *Pant and runs. He Jumps the school fence and through the back yard of the school. He looks around and breaks through one of the classroom windows. *

-Now Mina and the boy are in the same room- *Mina turns her head to the side after hearing the glass break. There’s another window in front of Miona. The boy looks at Mina with his piercing eyes. *

Officer Seto: I think he ran into the building! I can’t go over the fence, I’m in a car. Tomo, look for him!
Tomo: Yes Sir! * Tomo throws a rock through the window in front of Mina*
Mina: *She turns to her front then screams* Ahhhhhhhhh!
Boy: *grabs Mina then jumps out the way.*

- The scene goes out side of the buiding-

Officer Seto: Tomo!
Tomo: Yes Sir!
Officer Seto: What was the purpose of throwing that rock?
Tomo: To find the boy sir.
Officer Seto: Yea, but who pays for the window Tomo?
Tomo: Uhh….. us? *He feels stupid*

- The scene goes inside of the building. The boy is laying in top of Mina and covering her mouth. –

Mina: Mummm~ * thinks madly* Who does this guy think he is? Getting on me like this with no shirt. And what’s with his eyes? They look so fiery. It’s like he’s looking right through me. *She blushes*
Boy: Sorry but I can’t let you talk right now. So shut up. * He speaks seriously*

- The scene changes to outside the building with cops-

Tomo used the light of the helicopter to search the room from outside. The boy presses on to Mina tighter cause he’s nervous. He begins to sweat as the lights get closer. He’s getting sortta mad.

Tomo: I don’t see him Sir.
Officer Seto: No matter, we’ll continue this tomorrow.

The cops leave. As the helicopter sound gets softer the boy loosens up. The sirens and helicopter are gone. The boy gets on his hands and knees. The wind blows through the broken windows and blows through the boy’s and Mina’s hair. There’s a moment of silence.

Boy: Are you o…

*Mina kicks the boy off her and starts to yell*

Mina: Who do you think you are?! You can’t do this to a 15 year old girl! I could report you! And get some clothes!
Boy: My name is Wo…* he stops* My name is Fang. Sorry I got on you like that, but you wouldn’t stop yelling. Besides this is the thanks I get for saving you from bleeding to death? Glass is pretty sharp if you don’t know.
Mina: Oh yea. Thank you. * she looks down*

The clouds in the sky start to clear away. Now the full moon is showing. Fang moves to the corner where the moonlight doesn’t show.

Mina: Are you ok? *she notices strange behavior*
Fang: Uh, yea. Could you leave? *he says rudely*
Mina: *gets mad* You didn’t have to say it like that but fine. * she leaves*

The moonlight reaches the corner. – The scene moves outside and shows the full moon-
You hear a howl. Mina is outside and hears a faint sound.

Mina: *stops running* What was that? * She continues running home*

- The story stops with a picture of Mina running home and a full moon background. The color looks like it’s done by crayons and colored pencils at the end. To be continued.-
*Mina’s face pops up in a little circle*

Mina: I forgot my cell phone again! >.<
Posted 5/8/08
joycejoycejoyce

I wish i was there
When i found out it was the end..of my life
Chapter 1 - The day they met-
-In May 2,1997, Sakura Park-
Hi my name is Amber and i have Cancer. I am 10 years old now. Many people look down at me because i was 1 of the many to have cancer. I lived in Canada with my parents and dog. I didn't have any friends at all. In till i met him. He has a police badge in his right shirt. He looked very cool and he was sitting on the tree top staring at something. I yelled,"Hey you can fall down and get hurt if you don't come down!" He didn't talk at all. All he did was flash me a smile that made me blush. Than he jumped off
the tree. He said, " Hi I'm Kira, I'm 10 years old and you?" After that he flash me a smile that made me cover my face. " I'm Amber and I'm 10 years old too" I smile weakly. Kira pick a sakura up and gave it to me " Amber is a very pretty name" I blushed. That was the beginning of my life.


More in Chapter 2..i have to go to school now =.=;;
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Moon Kiss

Chapter one- I want you

It’s so cold, I muttered. I was crying I was running away from my home, my parent where killed by a vampire and all I have is this necklace my mother gave me before she died. I stepped on the cold snow.

Im . . . was falling asleep while I was walking. I heard something come near by.

Who’s there? I cried.

Nobody answered. I saw a shadow come near by. Then I saw the vampire that killed my parents. He had blood all over his face. And started licking it, his eye’s where raging red. My body started to quiver. I screamed. Then I closed my eye’s the vampire charged at me then I heard a clash.

How disgusting how you embarrassed us vampire’s some of you can be filthy and greedy. I heard a young boy said. I looked up. There was blood all over my face and on the snow. The boy looked at me. I saw his gorgeous eyes and skin.

Are you alright? He asked.

I nodded my head.

The boy picked me up. I was on his back he was taking me some where that I didn’t know.

He took me to a man’s house.

Takero, I want you to watch this little girl for me please.

Takero nodded his head. He took my hand and said you will be alright.

The boy looked at me and smiled. He kissed me on my cheek and ran off in the snow.


Ten years later. . .

so that’s what happed Kana? My friend Nanako asked.

Yup and I still know him. I said.

Well everybody thinks you and Hayate are going out.

What? Yeah that what’s been happening every one talking bout it.

Well I got to night shift. See you later Nanako! I said.

See you later! She said with her cheerful voice.

Kana its time to go or where going to be late. Yes Hayate. I said.

Hayate walked off with an attitude. What’s wrong with him?

An hour later

Where’s Hayate? He must be skipping again! I said. Dammit why Hayate? I asked myself.

I walked all over campus to find him. I finally found Hayate. He was sitting at the edge of the stairs breathing heavily.

Hayate? I asked.

Hayate stood up. Go away! He said.

I shifted. Why? You always act like this. I might as well leave this school you’re always like this I don’t want to spe-

I was about to run off.

Kana! He said he grabbed my arm.

He held me tightly he was breathing hard. My hand started to bleed.

Hayate started to lick my neck.

Hayate what are doing? I asked sacredly.

Hayate put his teeth on my neck then bit me.

What the hell is going on? I asked myself.

That’s when I found out Hayate was a vampire.

To be continued. . . .



Kana as a teenager


Kana as a vampire


Kana as a little girl when the mysterious boy saved her


Hayate


Kana's bestfriends Nanako in the red and Misa in the blue
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From bleachanime

*From a boy's point of view*

For her to taste death in the air, for her to grasp it, for her to cry because she is unable to help those people in need it's my fault. I followed her as close as i can without her noticing. As she slowed down so did I. With a sob, finally did she broke down and so close was I to miss catching her. I pulled her close, felt the tears she let out on my shirt. Even when she's crying, those are the most beautiful sounds I'd heard. I closed my eyes, clenched my teeth together of the pain in my chest. For the 18 years of my life I had never felt any strong feelings like this before, a strong will to do anything in the world for her to stop crying. My red eyes soften, my sliver hair being wrapped around by her soft brown hair.

"Please laugh," I whispered, she looked up, staring at me with the cutest or most heartbroken expression.

" Kella, even, even if it's not funny, please smile. Please say I'm fine." I pleaded, my eyes watered. I rather have the pain circle me ten fold than for it to blind her. I wanted to kiss the pain away.

"Be mad at me, hit me, slap me, it's my fault" I murmured, softening my grip on her waist, but she wrapped my arms around her once again. "No," she whispered, her voice so soft, " Roy, it's not your fault, we tried." Her tone died, the least i could to is to stop this pain damaging her, the least i could do is to make her smile, the smile that I would dive into fire for. I closed my eyes, pulling her slightly apart, lowering my lips on to her's... *to be continued*
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Posted 5/18/08 , edited 5/18/08
from ailina
hope you like it.
ummm...no title hehe

I don't know how to tell you this, but I love you. I always have. I remember walking into English the first day of school and you being the first thing I noticed in the classroom. You were just standing there, with that weird smile you always have. I didnt believe in love at first sight. To tell the truth, I still don't. But at that moment my heart sped up, and I felt my breath leaving my body.
And while it wasn't love , I knew at that moment you would become someone precious to me.

~~*~*~*~*~*~*
After reading my paper, Ms. Coche turned to me and said "Is this based on a true story?"
Barely breathing, I shook my head.
She out down the paper and walked away, and I hoped a certain person sitting behind me hadn't heard that.
"What'd she say?", asked,.
Darn.
"She asked me if this was based off a true story," I replied and shoved the paper down into the dark recesses of my backpack, "As if."
He laughed then went back to his own story. English I, first period, Our task was to pick a slip of paper out of a hat. The paper had a genre written on it for whatever story we were suposed to write.
John, the boy who've I've been talking to this whole time poked me. I twisted around, "Oy?"
"What story do you have to do?" he asked.
"Tragic Romance."
I don't know how I was supposed to write that, as I had never had any romance. That's Tragic, right?
John laughed again. "I can't see you doing that."
"Hey! I could! You don't know! I could've had some weird romance with a guy at a beach over summer and we'd be dancing and he'd be all no one puts baby in a corner and---"
At this point his laughter had brought him to tears, and the sight of him laughing so hard was enough to make me start cracking up too.
I rested my head on his desk. "You're right though," I said into the desk," I don't know what to write," He patted my head softly. "Don't worry, you'll think of something, " he said, "genius girl."
For some reason he called me that. I wasn't really, but the English teacher at my old school always made a big deal out of me; so I had the reputation.
"Meh." was my brilliant reply. Some genius.
I finally looked up. "So what story did you get?"
"I---"
The bell rang, and he ran out of the classroom. I didn't resent him for it, we had to go to homeroom and his was completely across campus.If he was late (which he had been a couple times before), there would be problems. As I walked to my homeroom and said a little prayer for him to get there on time.
~*~*~*~*~*
By some happy twist of fate, you sat behind me. You started talking to me. And we became friends. Laughing together, reading and writing and going through this year together was so much fun. I'm glad I met you. I'm glad that I love you.
I remeber precisely the moment I realized that I loved you. You said, "Why did the bubblegum cross the road, BECUASE IT WAS STUCK TO THE CHICKEN. " Then I started laughing so hard we got detention. As I was sitting there, writing 'I will not disrupt class' 100 times, I couldn't help wondering why I laughed so hard. It wasn't really that funny. And that's when I knew.

~*~*~*~*~*~*
"So," I turned around the next day in English class, "Was yesterday not completely awesome?"
"Yeah," he smiled. After finishing our regular work, Mrs. Coche would give us a couple minutes to work on our stories (due tomorrow). But of course, me and John spent these talking. "I beat you at Brawl about 200 times. Nothing new, but it's always funny how you always think you're gonna win."
"I will! One day!"
'Nope."
"Your brother was dancing in front of the screen!"
"So?"
"and your dog was attacking my pizza!"
"And that makes you suck at Brawl?"
"It was really good pizza! It had mushrooms and sausages and green pepper and no gross pepperoni! You know how hard it is to get a slice like that! Slices like that only come around once in a thousand years and then people get down on their knees to worship it! I had to save it!"
Laughter.
"I just needed more practice!" I yelled finally, spinning around in my seat to face the front again. I felt a famiiliar poke in my back.
"Then come over again tomorrow." John said. "I'll teach you all you need to know to survive at least a minute into the game."
'Really?" I asked.
"Step One," he said, " If anyone gets you mad, do not abandon the game to start hitting them with your controller."
"Hey, that was only one time!"
He laughed.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I'm never going to tell you. Because like I said, I'm glad to have met you. But you...you're important to me. And I don't want you to feel tied to me. I really love you. I want you to go out there, and be happy. Find yourself a really good girl. One who doesn't have trouble writing romance stories, or go off on weird tangents about pizza or suck at Brawl. Someone better then me.
As for me, 'll always be right here. I'll always be here, laughing at your jokes and crying a little inside.
But that's okay. It's okay.
As long as your happy, my feelings are irrelevant; and I'll stay silent.
Tragic enough Mrs. Coche?

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The next day we both handed in our papers, and I whispered to John, "You never actually told me what your story was."
"Autobiography," he replied. And then we had to take a test.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Later at lunch, Mrs. Coche called me. When I walked into her dark classroom, I saw John sitting there. 'What's up?" I asked. He shook his head and pointed at a paper on his desk. Was he re-taking the test? "I'm going to ask you one more time," she said, "Was your paper based on a true story?" There was the question again.
"No ma'am. I said.
'Really?" she asked. "Well then I'll have to charge you for plagiarism. "
"WHAT?"
"Seeing as he wrote about the same thing."
That's when I realized what was on John's desk. It was my paper. My love story. About him.
"No!" I lunged for it, but he blocked me. Then he handed me something else. His paper.
And I started to read.
This story happened a long time ago. It took place in about two seconds, and it concerns me and my friend Aly. She sits in front of me in English, brilliant writer, extremely funny, drop dead gorgeous?
Okay, maybe not the last one so much, but she's cute. And in all truth, I really don't give a da** how she looks. She could wear a trash bag and to me she'd still look beautiful.
Because I think I love her.
I once told her a joke my little brother told me . It goes like this:
Why did the bubblegum cross the road?
Because it was stuck to the chicken!
Stupid right? But I laughed, and she laughed; and we both got detention.
But watching her laugh...I remember thinking that I liked watching her laugh. That i wish I could see her laugh forever.
That's it.
It's a short autobiography, but it's all you need to know about me. That I love her.
That's the only important thing.

Posted 5/20/08
A Thin Line


By: Blue777Angel


It was a clear day wherein wisps of soothing air kept brushing a certain young lad’s cheek as he settled under the cool shade of the Sakura tree at the back of their school. He needed a break, a much needed rest. And he needed to face some facts and to face his ‘real’ image as the young man he is, the young man who had loved a cute senior. He sighed at the mere imagery of her and leaned back on the tree trunk, its rough surface digging into his yellow blazer.


Tetsuya Arima, fifteen years old, described cute and a little bit over the thin line of being a nerd and a hot guy. However, do not be deceived by his looks for he is a klutz especially when it comes to his love, Rin Himura, the school’s number one sweetheart and his senior. He knew it wasn’t right and he knew it would end up in unrequited love. But he just couldn’t help himself from fantasizing about her and him before Christ, vowing to love each other for all eternity.


Yes, it was fetish but it was still love. And he had sworn to never fall in love again for he’d been traumatized by the overwhelming pain he felt when he found out that his love was taken by a university dude. Since then he has hated that guy and loved the girl even more but kept denying it and said ‘I don’t love her anymore’.


And it was definitely something his older brother laughed at…a lot.


Now, he rests and still, after one year of facing the truth, he couldn’t shake it off. At least he got a lesson, a free one and now he can evade any chances of falling in love with another! Ever since Rin graduated, Tetsuya lived a more peaceful life, much to his content and she came less often into mind. All that’s left to face is the urge to fall for another. And boy was his school infiltrated with a lot of beautiful girls who’d certainly want to be his girl!


That and the fact that a girl’s been annoying the heck out of him. She was Sakura Kawashima, a perky girl who never got tired of bugging him. “Arima-kun, what’re you doing here!?” she yelled, pointing an accusing finger at him as though he was caught red-handed with a bag of stolen jewelry. Tetsuya sat up almost instantly, surprised by the high-pitched sound that pierced his ears. “What’s the big deal, Kawashima!?” he snapped as he stood up, dusting some grass bits from his pants.


Sakura just smiled, and she used the ‘cheeky’ smile that irritated Tetsuya more than anything in this world. “Just checking if your reflexes are good…” she answered, turning on a heel to buzz off, knowing that he’d give her a good lecture if he ever caught her. Tetsuya, however, wasn’t about to let her get away and grabbed her wrist with much force, pulling her closer to him.


Sakura gasped silently, her face landing on his chest, her wrist encased in his hand. Tetsuya was surprised himself and immediately pushed her off him, a grimace adorning his lips. “Now, listen here, I don’t know why you’re doing this but I don’t want you following me like some kind of stalker and bugging me about the most idiotic things!” he said, his eyebrows knitted, his knuckled turning white.


Sakura looked hurt a bit, a few crystal-clear teardrops emerging from the corner of her eyes as she said, “You…you meanie…” Tetsuya was taken aback because he had never made a girl cry before. Well, he thought he did. Sakura just stuck out her tongue and cackled. “Got yah, sissy!” She smothered her words violently onto his prideful face as she yelled more insults in her strides, attempting to make a fast getaway.


Tetsuya was, undoubtedly, mad and stood steadily, his stance unwavering. He knew if he picked on this girl, he’d be as immature as her and he would never stoop that low. ‘Control your anger, control your anger…’ he chanted his mantra for the day and leaned back a bit, his eyes shut, his hands in his pockets.


Sakura had already gotten away with her crime and Tetsuya was left to suck all her words in due to his own pride.


“I should fix this. She’s ruining my life…” he said to nobody in particular. And thus, this was the morning ritual of Tetsuya Arima.


--


Dusk had already taken its shift and the rays of the sun turned orange and tainted the once blue sky and white clouds. Tetsuya managed to survive and dodge a couple of Sakura’s attempts to pester him. God, why was that girl so hyper!?


“My back hurts…” he grumbled to himself as he tried to ease the pain on his shoulders by rubbing it a little bit.


Tetsuya sighed, walking out of the building with slumped shoulders and a hunched back. He was tired, obviously, from attempting to tame Sakura whom he likes to call ‘Little Demon’ and avoid as much of her antics as possible. But, no matter where he went – excluding the men’s bathroom – she would always come and bug him with her shrill voice and games that made absolutely no sense to him.


“Please make this day better…please…” was his plea and he prayed solemnly to God that this little entreaty of his would somehow be answered by God.


Tetsuya had already walked a good distance away from school when he saw the familiar face he longed to forget. Rin was there, walking along with her grocery bags and paraphernalia. He stopped abruptly and dropped his bag on the calloused ground, staring at the so-called reincarnation of Aphrodite stroll to his direction with a stunning grin painted on her plum lips.


Tetsuya could almost pee in his pants and he could tell that his feet were glued onto the ground. God, this might be the most embarrassing moment of his life.


“Oh, Tetsuya, is that you?” spoke the wonder that held him bedazzled with her features. “It’s been a while.”


“O-Oh…y-y-y-yeah…” stammered he, as he robotically moved his arms and legs. “Anyway, I think I should let you know. I’m leaving for Paris tomorrow…” she said, still smiling.


How could she smile? And how could he keep ogling at her at a time like this!? ‘Maybe I should tell her, too…’ he thought and faked a cough. Tetsuya was a lad. A man. A male.


And if he wouldn’t tell her how he felt right now, then, when? When would he finally unleash the man within him? Lord, how did this become so climactic when this was only a mere coincidence?


“Ah, Rin-senpai…” he began and swallowed the lump in his throat.


“I…I…I…”


“You…?”


“I…you…”


“What?”


“I said I love you…darn…” It didn’t even come out right the first and second time.


She looked not surprised. And from any prospect, Tetsuya will receive a huge ‘thumbs down’ for this. “Eew…” she said which woke Tetsuya from his train of thoughts. He looked disheartened when the word ‘eew’ resounded in his head.


And what made it worse was that this was a side of Rin he never knew of. “That’s gross…” she added as he walked past him briskly, ignoring the devastated look on his face.


“Look…I have no plans on going out with the likes of you… I have better tastes…”


The lad turned around, his eyes blank and his lips sew themselves together and prevented all words from coming out. But then, a shadow passed him and went directly to the culprit of his silence.


WACK—“Who do you think you are?” he heard the shadow say and he immediately snapped out of it.


“Don’t get in the way. I’m only making it clear to this loser that I’m disgusted with him and his…feelings…”


It was Sakura to the rescue and she once again hit Rin’s face with her heavy hand. “Shut up!” Sakura was pissed, very pissed. And this was something Tetsuya wasn’t expecting her to do. “S-Sakura…”





Rin, angry because of that painful slap she got, pushed the enemy down none-too-gently and ran, leaving her groceries on the ground.


Sakura winced in pain, mumbling a string of colorful curses that included ‘Witch’ and ‘Damn’ and some much more viler than those. “Darn…”


“Hey, are you hurt?” he asked, bending down to level his eyes with hers. “So, you heard everything?”


Nod—


“You saw everything?”


Nod—


“Were you following me?”


Nod—


As expected, Sakura wouldn’t stop at the final bell and stalked him. And now, Tetsuya had to deal with shutting her up and keeping his most embarrassing moment from leaking out to the whole school. It was just his luck that it was Sakura Kawashima that heard it all.


“I won’t tell…” she said, smiling at him as she tried to lift herself up. She failed after feeling some pain on her ankle, which Tetsuya noticed from that sour look that crossed her face. “I’ll carry you, but you better not tell anyone…”


Sakura cackled, cackled at his face to be more specific.


“What’s so funny?”


“Nothing…”


“Weirdo…”


Tetsuya bent over again and Sakura hopped on his back, causing him to wobble a bit. He frowned. But it was the least he could do for her; after all, she was going to keep his newly found secret.


Strolling silently in the neighborhood, Tetsuya felt uneasy having his ‘archenemy’ riding on his back after defending him from the girl he loved.


Not only that, the memory kept flashing back and he couldn’t help but feel happy about what she did. It was the first time that it happened – referring to being defended and being rejected.


‘She’s really light…’ he thought.


‘Why’d she do it?’


‘She’s kind of cute when you look at her really closely…’


And that’s when it hit him straight on the face.


It was like he got ran over by ten elephants. He got that feeling when he first saw Rin. The feeling that made his heart go ba-thump.


“Hey, Arima-kun, can I call you Tetsuya?”


He shot up and coiled his neck to take a small peek but only to come face to face with her. “Well…?”


Tetsuya gulped, shuddered, and then sighed. “Ah…sure…”


Sakura smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck and then nuzzling his cheek with hers. His heart went haywire and he hoped that his face wasn’t as red as he felt.


It was official though he hated the fact.


And he didn’t really know the reason why.


He fell for the ‘Little Demon’ who pestered him all the time.


And it was going to be a real problem starting tomorrow.


Because he never left him alone.


And he’d have to deal with that…everyday until they graduate.


Sad.


But he might as well accept that fact and admit that he miraculously developed feelings for the girl although she was weird and too perky.


Because there’s only a thin line between weird and normal.


End—


I think I’m still an amateur when it comes to writing. But I hope you liked it! I worked hard on that!
Posted 5/24/08 , edited 5/24/08
From: tfine14

I had a hard time facing reality and staying in my world of dreams and hopes of being with my girl, which in the real life: left me for another guy. My name by the way is Jack, and no, I’ve work hard to be just an ordinary guy but a guy, whom you will all think that’s tough, cool, sophisticated and ideal. I’m not handsome, but I’ve got to admit, I have looks. I’ve work hard to be what I am now, the most popular guy especially to the girls. Yes, indeed I am.
But somehow none of these mattered when my all time crush, which became my girlfriend, left me.
“Jack, please promise me that you’ll totally be there for my recital tomorrow. Please?”
These were the last word she said before the day she completely vanish from my life. It was raining hard, y Ferrari car was full of dirt that I had to go home to go fetched my other car, which was a Chevrolet, in order to arrive on time for the recital. I was there, at the front now, gazing at her beauty, marveling talent of the most significant person in my life, there she was, preparing to play the piano, and my most priced possession, Caroline. I applauded and even stood when she finished, then there was the hardest part. She stared at me with watery eyes and muttered the words “Thank you and good bye!”. I really didn’t believe it at first, but it was all clear when she walked down the stage and kissed another guy. Right there and then, I know I had to leave. It was too much to bear.
“Oh please! let this be just a dream! Please? Please?” I shouted my heart out in the car, unable to hold back the tears, the hurt, the agony I felt. “I love her I love her! When I wake up tomorrow, she’ll explain everything! And she’ll tell me that she loves me too, and everything will be alright! Yes, she will” I said to myself. But when I started the engine, I couldn’t kid myself, she’s not coming back, she slapped it to my face, and she’s not coming to you jack! She’s gone!
I’ve never felt so down in my life, like I’m carrying the whole world. After that night, there was no text, no call, no nothing about my Caroline, nothing at all. We see each other at school, and I can never ignore her. Whenever I see her, even just afar, I’d still marvel at her, how she loved me and how she made everything feel so right even right after a fight. But then again, the same thing happens; she walks by as if I don’t exist.
I loved her, even after months had passed from that day she left. I regularly give her bouquets of blue roses whenever our supposed monthsary come and send her letters expressing the love I still have for her. But after 2 years of doing the same routine, I stopped. Why? It’s enough, I hurt myself long enough, and I knew I had to move on. So I did! But never did I courted anyone else or dated another girl.
Senior year came and excited as we are, before we knew it, we’re graduating next month. Goodbye painful years, but I can’t find the guts to say, goodbye to Caroline, No, I still can’t.
She texted me one night, and asked me how I was. I tried not to reply but I failed. I got so psyched of the thought that after all these years she still have my number and texted me. I said I was fine and doing well. II asked her the same thing and also about her boyfriend, so to speak. She just replied thank you and goodbye. This sentence has become her habit, my mind told me. Then the memory flashed back. Like thunder in the sky, the night she left me. That’s when I knew; I still loved her and want to know why she left me.
On the day of our graduation, March 31, we we’re all excited, I bought gifts for my friends to remember what we shared and to her, a golden locket with our names engraved on it and our pictures in it. I was supposed to give it to her that night, but knowing how things turned out, I didn’t have the strength to walk up to her and hang this on her neck. I waited after the ceremony ended and I had been broken ever since….
Time maybe a great healer but time can never rush you when you should be healed from all the pain you have felt. I am a witness to that…
“Jack I love you and I am sorry I did those awful things to you! Here’s a box containing everything you gave me so that you’ll be able to say that: “The person who owned this really did love me, and as she promised, forever she will!”
Love you,, yes, forever,
Caroline
I’m staring now, at something I never thought I would. it says”
May you rest in peace
Caroline Cacheeca
Birth: July 8’ 1799
Death: March 31, 2008
In loving memory of her family, friends and relatives.
Tears fell from my cheeks, on bended knees I cried my heart out! All the while she kept her promise; she loved me as long as she could…

Note: She had been suffering from lung cancer. When she found out, she wanted me to e happy thinking that she could not be there to love me anymore.. That’s what happened during the recital. She planned it all. The guy she kissed in the cheek was a relative of hers.
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sorry guys..but i'm a tragedy writer
*this story may not be about couples,,,it will be about the LOVE of a family...hope you like it*


"what gift do you want for your 18th birthday?" kyle's father asked.
"i want to have a car!! a shiny and new one!!" he answered directly...
kyle is their only child and they are giving him everything he wanted to live his life easily.well, that's what his parents wanted to, so he grew up to be spoiled.
"if that's what you want,we'll give to you then." his mother smiled gently.

then kyle's most awaited day came. the party was successful. after the party he asked his parents about his car. his parents smiled and handed him a bible. kyle was shocked of course, he asked for a car but he received a bible. because of his frustration he threw the bible in front of his parents and ran away. he never went back home until he already has his own family..
one day he received a call from a morgue that her parents had an accident and is lying dead in the morgue.
he went straight to the said morgue and saw his parents lifeless and breathless. but after seeing what's his father was holding, it was the bible they gave him, his tears rushed down on his cheeks, and without noticing it himself, he was crying in ultimate despair.
he got the bible and upon flipping through the pages, he saw an envelope with a letter inside. he then hurriedly read it, it says:

happy birthday son!!
we love you very much...
the key of your car is inside this envelope.....
the car is in the garage waiting for you...

xx loves you dearly.
mama and papa xx

upon reading the letter he cried though the night...
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*From a boy's point of view*

For her to taste death in the air, for her to grasp it, for her to cry because she is unable to help those people in need it's my fault. I followed her as close as i can without her noticing. As she slowed down so did I, my heart pumping with uncertainty. With a sob, finally did she broke down and so close was I to miss catching her, her arms felt like leaves, so fragile. I pulled her close, with gentle hands, felt the salt water she let out on my shirt. I don't care if her face was dirty, lined with blood, my arm came up instandly to smooth her. Even when she's crying, those are the most beautiful sounds I'd heard, if her whimpering was angle's laughter, I don't know how to express her smile. I closed my eyes, clenched my teeth together of the pain in my chest. For the 18 years of my life I had never felt anything like this, like I would be better off with a blade through my heart, a strong will to do anything in the world for her to stop crying. My red eyes soften, my sliver hair being wrapped around by her soft brown hair.

"Please laugh," I whispered, she looked up, staring at me with the cutest or most heartbroken expression. My thoat tightened with a lump that choked me.

" Kella, even, even if it's not funny, please smile. Please say I'm fine." I pleaded, my eyes watered. I rather have the pain circle me ten fold than for it to blind her. I wanted to kiss the pain away, the urge drived me insane, my lips parted.

"Be mad at me, hit me, slap me, it's my fault" I murmured, softening my grip on her waist, but she wrapped my arms around her once again. "No," she whispered, her voice so soft, " Roy, it's not your fault, we tried." Her tone died, the least i could to is to stop this pain damaging her, the least i could do is to make her smile, the smile that I would dive into fire for. I closed my eyes, pulling her slightly apart, lowering my lips on to her's... *to be continued*


CONTINUE~ fixed *up*

If I wasn't so stoned, and so breathless, this would be the best kiss yet to happened to me...I could right there melted into her, her lips so tender and warm, her movement so beauitful, so impossible. So was this the gift god sent me? Was there a price to pay for this angle? Maybe, no, this has to be the feeling called love that everyone wished to own. I never want to part with her, gluing my lips on to hers, I wish I could touch her to pull her closer to my self for selfish reasons. But how she would react is the major disapproave maybe of my dreams. My abs supported her weight as her hip started to push on to me. Against my will, I pulled her slightly apart enough to whisper " I love you, you have no idea how much." into her ears. I could sense her smile, wonder if her actions was only controled but her sadness. My heart skipped at this thought, thinking as if that was a effect of the heart ache, my head spin, my hands dropped from Kella's hip against my will, my eyes blackened. Feared, I saw last was her worried stare....*To be contiued*
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ktt112020 *i got this from imeem, not sure if its exactly a love story*

Girl: Hey

Boy: What?

Girl: I really like you. And I...
I think I'm falling in love with you.

Boy: Ok...

Girl: What do you mean "ok"?

Boy: I don't like you like that...

Girl: Why not?

Boy: I can't tell you... maybe
another time ...

From then on, the girl kept asking the
boy "Why not?" whenever she saw him,
and he kept answering the same answer
of "I'll tell you later." Finally the
girl got fed up.

Girl: I'm tired of this! Tell me why
you don't like me!

Boy: Do you really wanna know why?

Girl: Yes!

Boy: It's because you're uglier than
freak! What's the point of going out
with someone when they're not pretty?!

Girl: But... I...

Boy: Just shut up and leave me alone!

The boy leaves and the girl is sitting
there alone, crying her heart out.
Then her cell phone rings.

Girl: Hello?

Mom: Sweetheart? I want you to go
home, ok? I'll be home from work in
a few hours.

Girl: Alright Mom.

Mom: I love you.

Girl: I love you too, Mom.

Mom: Bye Bye.

Girl: Bye

The girl heads home and once she got
there, she went in the bathroom and
looked at herself in the mirror.

Girl: I'm not pretty enough...

She set to work, knowing fully well
what she was going to do. 2
hours later, her Mom came home and
heard the bath water running. She went
upstairs to find the hallway flooded
so she knocked on the door.

Mom: Honey? Are you alright?

She opened the door and was shocked at
the site. The bath was overflowing
onto the floor, and the water was
tinted red. She walked over to see
what was inside and screamed. There,
her little girl was lying with cuts
all over her face and wrists. Her Mom
backed away and was going to run to
call the police when something caught
her eye. On the mirror were these
words written in blood:

"Am I pretty enough now?"
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Nope not a love story. in neither case is that love.


ktt112020 wrote:

ktt112020 *i got this from imeem, not sure if its exactly a love story*

Girl: Hey

Boy: What?

Girl: I really like you. And I...
I think I'm falling in love with you.

Boy: Ok...

Girl: What do you mean "ok"?

Boy: I don't like you like that...

Girl: Why not?

Boy: I can't tell you... maybe
another time ...

From then on, the girl kept asking the
boy "Why not?" whenever she saw him,
and he kept answering the same answer
of "I'll tell you later." Finally the
girl got fed up.

Girl: I'm tired of this! Tell me why
you don't like me!

Boy: Do you really wanna know why?

Girl: Yes!

Boy: It's because you're uglier than
freak! What's the point of going out
with someone when they're not pretty?!

Girl: But... I...

Boy: Just shut up and leave me alone!

The boy leaves and the girl is sitting
there alone, crying her heart out.
Then her cell phone rings.

Girl: Hello?

Mom: Sweetheart? I want you to go
home, ok? I'll be home from work in
a few hours.

Girl: Alright Mom.

Mom: I love you.

Girl: I love you too, Mom.

Mom: Bye Bye.

Girl: Bye

The girl heads home and once she got
there, she went in the bathroom and
looked at herself in the mirror.

Girl: I'm not pretty enough...

She set to work, knowing fully well
what she was going to do. 2
hours later, her Mom came home and
heard the bath water running. She went
upstairs to find the hallway flooded
so she knocked on the door.

Mom: Honey? Are you alright?

She opened the door and was shocked at
the site. The bath was overflowing
onto the floor, and the water was
tinted red. She walked over to see
what was inside and screamed. There,
her little girl was lying with cuts
all over her face and wrists. Her Mom
backed away and was going to run to
call the police when something caught
her eye. On the mirror were these
words written in blood:

"Am I pretty enough now?"


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I still remember vividly the first time I met you. You wore your favorite black shirt and jeans, with your hair cropped into a crew cut and your big hands residing always in your pocket jeans. It was a huge birthday bash my best friend threw and I was bored all evening around people whom I wasn't familiar with.

You didn't know me back then. I didn't either.

But your existence inscribed hard onto that chapter of the diary of my life when your gaze fell on me catching me staring at you and with a smug on your face, you walked towards the grand piano in the hall and fingered the keys gracefully, transforming the melodious music notes into the most beautiful Rachmaninov's piece I've ever heard.
Watching your lean calm back, I fell in love with you for the first time.
Nevertheless, when you ended your playing, I got a hold on myself, shrugging off the feeling as a foolish little crush and took off from the party with a rush of adrenaline blended with a heavy self-inflicted compunction. Love at first sight is a fool's illusion after all.
A week later, I visited my favorite music store. It was one of the most unique stores- unlike a typical one, this store has a piano in the middle and there will always be someone playing, be it a staff member or a regular customer. That's when I met you again, playing a different piece- it was a Debussy's.
And this time, you didn't play till the end. You stopped abruptly, looked up and caught me staring subconsciously at you again.
"You like the piano?"
That was the first time I heard your voice.
"Yeah." I nodded apprehensively.
"Do you play the piano?"
"Yeah." I nodded again.
"Do you want to play together?"
"Huh?!" I was startled by your offer.
"I'm asking if you would like to play a piano duet with me?" Your lips curled into a genuine smile.
I lifted my finger up and pointed it to myself, quipping, "Me?"
"Come on, join me; I can't play this piece alone." You started playing the Blue Danube Waltz duet style. Your eyes then beckoned me to fill in the empty space of the seat you were sitting on.
Responding to your persuasive invitation, I placed my fingers on the board and filled in the duet's part. We played and played all day.
"You played beautifully. What's your name?"
That was the first time you complimented me. And I realized, that's when I fell in love with you again.
"Christine." I blushed.
"And you have a beautiful name too. My name's Gary. Would you like to have tea with me?"



I looked at you with my tears streaming down my cheeks, ruining my make up at the same time. After a still moment of crying while you waited patiently for my answer, I looked into your eyes and nodded, saying, "Of course, my dear."

You gently took my hand, placed the ring through my fourth finger of my left hand and lifted my chin up lightly and drew your lips upon mine to give me the sweetest kiss ever.

The words you whispered into my ears were still echoing over and over again.
"Sweetie, will you marry me?"

"Baby, remember the song "Your call" by Secondhand Serenade?" I asked quietly.
" 'Waiting for your call, I'm sick, call I'm angry; Call I'm desperate for your voice...' " you sang when I stopped you when I place my index finger on your lips.
"I was born to tell you I love you.." I sang with my choked voice, hugging him in the moment.
"I love you, baby. I love you, love you," I whispered.
"I love you too, my beautiful Christine."
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sorry guys..but i'm a tragedy writer
*this story may not be about couples,,,it will be about the LOVE of a family...hope you like it*


"what gift do you want for your 18th birthday?" kyle's father asked.
"i want to have a car!! a shiny and new one!!" he answered directly...
kyle is their only child and they are giving him everything he wanted to live his life easily.well, that's what his parents wanted to, so he grew up to be spoiled.
"if that's what you want,we'll give to you then." his mother smiled gently.

then kyle's most awaited day came. the party was successful. after the party he asked his parents about his car. his parents smiled and handed him a bible. kyle was shocked of course, he asked for a car but he received a bible. because of his frustration he threw the bible in front of his parents and ran away. he never went back home until he already has his own family..
one day he received a call from a morgue that her parents had an accident and is lying dead in the morgue.
he went straight to the said morgue and saw his parents lifeless and breathless. but after seeing what's his father was holding, it was the bible they gave him, his tears rushed down on his cheeks, and without noticing it himself, he was crying in ultimate despair.
he got the bible and upon flipping through the pages, he saw an envelope with a letter inside. he then hurriedly read it, it says:

happy birthday son!!
we love you very much...
the key of your car is inside this envelope.....
the car is in the garage waiting for you...

xx loves you dearly.
mama and papa xx

upon reading the letter he cried though the night...


omg, it was so sad
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