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liquidtearsTitle: I Can't Love Him, But He's The Only One Who Cares
Rating: pg13 *I know right?*
Summary: Everyone she previously was friends with, now act all different to her, except for one.
Note: More like a drabble, so it is short. This story is from Blue Moon, book 2 in The Immortals Series.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, Alyson Noel is the one does and we (I) love her for it.
I look at them in the cafetaria, all the tables together so there is no distinction anymore. No longer the goth table, jock table, mean girls table, etc etc. No, it's all been made one table by Roman.
When they catch me looking at them, I quickly look away, grab my bag, because I don't want to see them any longer. Even my friends I used to be so close with: Haven, Miles and... I sniff, the 600 year boy,Damen Auguste, who used to be my boyfriend, but now acts like I am his stalker.
I put up my hoodie and crank up my iPod volume so I can't hear their thoughts run through my head. Spaz, spaz, spaz, spaz, spaz, spaz, SPAZ, SPAZ!
When I leave the cafetaria, there is only one person who doesn't think of me as a spaz, one person I loathe to be around, but the only one who comforts me.
He wraps his arms around me and hugs me close.
Roman.
End
Rating: pg13 *I know right?*
Summary: Everyone she previously was friends with, now act all different to her, except for one.
Note: More like a drabble, so it is short. This story is from Blue Moon, book 2 in The Immortals Series.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, Alyson Noel is the one does and we (I) love her for it.
I look at them in the cafetaria, all the tables together so there is no distinction anymore. No longer the goth table, jock table, mean girls table, etc etc. No, it's all been made one table by Roman.
When they catch me looking at them, I quickly look away, grab my bag, because I don't want to see them any longer. Even my friends I used to be so close with: Haven, Miles and... I sniff, the 600 year boy,Damen Auguste, who used to be my boyfriend, but now acts like I am his stalker.
I put up my hoodie and crank up my iPod volume so I can't hear their thoughts run through my head. Spaz, spaz, spaz, spaz, spaz, spaz, SPAZ, SPAZ!
When I leave the cafetaria, there is only one person who doesn't think of me as a spaz, one person I loathe to be around, but the only one who comforts me.
He wraps his arms around me and hugs me close.
Roman.
End
