Err, first page I guess! this wont be the comedy type, though I will try to fid some comedy in there. this is more romance and such... so whoever reads it, I hope you enjoy! 
Edit: Oh right! this girls name is Ellie
Edit: Oh right! this girls name is Ellie
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Chapter One
.....I lie in bed, knowing Kyle is inches from my touch; close but not enough. I know he is sleeping by the sounds of his breathing, but that’s the problem. Him sleeping means the less time we have to talk, the less time we have each other. I am leaving for Paris in only a day, and yet he sleeps peacefully. I can't help but to wonder if I have too many feelings and that our relationship won't last while I am gone. I am not making a point to say I don’t trust Kyle, because I do, of course I do! I just don’t know how things will turn out.
.....My mom bought Kyle and myself this apartment – which we are probably too young for, but my mother is a sucker for love. My father was also abusive and deprived me of my basic needs when I lived with him after the divorce. So now my mother feels bad and will cave into, and offer, pretty much anything we need or want. My mother is fairly rich and can supply Kyle and myself with anything, no matter the cause. I don't abuse this privilege, but if I am offered or there I something I feel I need- I will ask.
.....Though she trusts me, she was very uneasy about the apartment. She first thought I was too young to be living on my own with Kyle; she could hardly see her 18-year-old drifting off. But my age is the mark that I am adult, and I can legally marry without her permission if I chose so(but I am not ready for that). The only thing that got us this apartment was my mother’s trust, guilt, and opinion of Kyle. She had always found Kyle as a pleasant person and enjoyed having him around.
.....But that was all before I was offered an amazing opportunity in Paris. I have always had a niche for designing and creating my own clothing, it had been a passion of mine for as long as I could remember. I am not the type to prance around in skirts and tanks or bikinis though. I still consider myself tough, easy going, and sometimes just one of the guys; I was never the girly or prissy type.
.....Anyway, when I was offered this chance in Paris it was hard to resist. I would fly to Paris for two months and work as an intern in a well-known fashion company. I would be taking notes, observing, and I was even allowed to drop pointers and my personal ideas for fashion. This would be the opportunity that could give me a jump-start in the world of fashion! But then when I found how soon I would be leaving, and for how long I would be gone; I had to talk to Kyle about it.
.....He was happy for me and said I should go for it; but that was it. He was obviously sad and everything, but he didn’t seem worried about our relationship the way I was and still am. And that is where we are right now.
.....I tilt my head to peer over at the blurry red numbers of the clock; it reads two am. I roll back over on my back and pick at my nails. I will be at the airport in only eleven hours and on my flight in twelve. I let out an unsteady breath and try to relax; everything will be okay and I am overreacting. Of course Kyle's and my relationship will work out; it’s silly and pointless to think otherwise.
