IWentThere

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I'm not looking for love. 
I have it all right now. 
I don't see why Motherly/Fatherly love, never counts.
It counts to me. 
 

        Me:Hey, you know, you kind of remind me of a Swimming hole.
Her:Really? How?
Me: Just take out the Swimming and the L. Then add w-r. 
Her://On paper//swimming whorle 

 Does anyone else remember when the top quote about the best friend who loved his eyes was an itty bitty baby quote?
.-Ray  

     I miss having you as a best-friend. But, my sweet girl, you make a great enemy. So thanks for pretty much good times all around. 

All our broken bones;
Chapter2
Pen’s P.O.V
When I saw  Lilly[I call her by her middle name, Jeanne] March up to Derek and his friends, I was scared. I pulled out my phone and texted her 50 thousand times in one minute. “LILLYJAY GETOVERHERE’ I kept sending. I knew she knew she got them, because she looked down at her pocket everytime. I looked at her pocket with her and, ugh! What WAS she wearing? I tired not to stare, but she had on Bermuda shorts and a Camo Tee. That girl needed to go shopping......Ah sorry. ADD. “Pen, sit down” I felt my brother’s hand on my shoulder. “She’s going to do something stupid Jet!” I pleaded back. I tried to get up again, to go stop her before she embarrassed herself, and, well, me. I sent her another text. Finally, I got through to her, because she stopped and picked up her phone. I sighed in relief. 
Lilly’s P.O.V
I snatched my phone out of my pocket and looked at how many text messages she had sent me. 2O. Jesus. I was angry, and I was doing this for her. But I slowed my pace and headed towards them like a human being, not a hungry woolly mammoth. When I got to their table, Derek was looking at me, scanning me up and down. He seemed to like what he saw, and I’m guessing he’s one of the guys who doesn’t look  at you for you clothes, it the shape the clothes are on. I groaned i disgust and it him on the back of his head. Derek seemed surprised and rubbed his neck tenderly. I leaned over him my hair falling in his face. “Tell me if you’re going to mess with Pen or not.” I said through clenched teeth. “I am. Nothing you can do about it?” Jesus, his breath smelled awful. God, I was officially sick. So I hit him once more, hard, and walked with dignity back to the table, where Jet was looking at me in surprise, and pride. I took my seat next to him and leaned back, into his strong arms. 

All our broken bones-
Chapter one.
Lilly’s P.O.V
Am I that invisible? That when my bets friend gets up to go get some cute to flirt with me, he ends up flirting with her? Everyone says, oh that’s Pen! “Pen’s the kinda girl that can steal your heart and get away with hanging it on her wall!” “Pen’s the kinda girl who can just make you smile!”
“ Oh that Pen, taking away my breath!’ I mean, it’s kind of true. She was beautiful, smart, funny, and so innocently dangerous. But at the same time you have your unconditional love for her, you have this flame of hatred. Flame of hatred because no matter what you do, you know you’re never going to be as perfect as Pen. You know what? I take it back. I got one guy, Pen never managed to. I try and pretend i’s not her brother, though. If they weren’t siblings, well, I wouldn’t have Jet. Popular, Smart, Caring, Funny, Laid-Back, a good guy. He’d never hurt anyone. Just a little boy in a giant’s shell. A handsome giant, though. I looked over at Pen laughing and flipping her hair every-time the boy opened his mouth. She bent down and whispered something into his ear, and he handed her something. She turned around and bounced her way back to our table. ‘Hey Jeanne.” She said, smiling so wide I could almost HEAR it. “I got his nuuummberr.” I looked past my little Pen at the table of sleazy boys she was just at. I shook my head and a sound of anger grew from my throat. They were all giving the guy high-fives and pushing him around, joking about Pen as if she was a toy.