TheLostOne11

The coffee shop was decked out in pink. There was so much of it Tanner's eyes were burning, not just from her all to obvious aversion to the color but also because that much brightness in one place should be illegal. Small heart cut outs were nailed to every available inch of the place, bow and arrow wielding toddlers were scattered among them, and in the middle of it all was Kevin working the register wearing a tie with just as many little hearts splattered on it as the shop, and much to her horror, a cliche headband made up to look like he'd been shot in the head with an arrow. He was just giving a costumer their change when she crawled ove

The alarm clock went off at six`o'clock exactly. Tanner had never wanted to kill an inanimate object more in her life. But as she dragged herself over to the other side of the bed to turn it off she wasn't expecting to run into an obstacle. An obstacle that was warm, smooth, and most certainly moving. With a glance down she realized it wasn't an obstacle, it was a person. A girl with short blonde hair thrown about in an askew fashion over her delicate features. Her eyes were closed which was a bit of a pity as Tanner recalled she had the brightest green eyes she'd ever seen, the emerald sheets laying over the two paled in comparison to just t

Tell me something, Did you even care, Because I see you there, Right there, In between hello and goodbye, Were all anxiously waiting, For the judgement, But that doesn't mean I like this, Wasted time in your pretty brown eyes, So you could pull me in, Tell me lies, I said farewell, To all the villains, Thinking, You were my savior, But your all one and the same, Playin' this one and only game, Now I'd give anything, To rewind, And pretend I never knew you, Or anyone else, Behind enemy lines, Chorus- You want to tell me they're doing wrong, And I was on your side, Without even considering, That you were on there side

"You are crazy!" I screeched at him, flying forward with my hands curled into my hair so close to wrenching the brunette strands out that both my fingers and my head screamed in protest. Adameer stood in front of me, face blank, hands pocketed in the pockets of his fitting black pants. His calm demeener made things even more frustrating. Everything was insane. He had tried to kill one of the supremes...you never tried to kill one of the supremes. But he had. He had taken a knife to her throat and a hand to her chest. To someone else this probably seemed like a miner thing, soemone touching another, but to her, to Adameer, and especi

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