by nnightmare » Sun Jan 10, 2016 1:19 am
Isabella Lancaster:
"Okay," I said. We had art in common. I stared at him dreamily; I had only met him a few minutes ago, but there was something about him that made me like him...he was so cute and honest. I knew he was honest, since I was part of nature, I could tell when something close to me unnaturally happened. Lying was unnatural. I remembered something. In any cliche romance, the two people would always kiss in the Ferris wheel.
(The kiss should be your post or my next one)
i prefer to have my nightmares with open eyes ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
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