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Witty Bestfriend?
I need someone who; is14-15.
Outgoing.
I could add on Facebook.
Text until 3 am
Will help me with my problems.
Keep the conversation going.
Hilarious and weird like me.
Can trust me/ could trust them.
Be there for me during awkward/amazing/bad moments.
Won't be my witty bestfriend for 2 days then stop talking to me.
Someone who I could call my sister♥
credit to
ale0122
He tells me I'm beautiful and
pretty everyday. He hugs me tightly. He holds my hand. He smiles at
me from across the room. He waits for me after class. He walks me
to lunch even if he'll be late to his class. He stares at be,
the grins when I notice. He makes me feel beautiful and special.
Yet, I wonder whether or not he likes me or if he's just being
his flirtatious self.
I just want to go to homecoming with him. I just have no confidence in asking him any advice?
I just want to go to homecoming with him. I just have no confidence in asking him any advice?
Dear
Witty People,
I decided to stop using Witty Profiles to post my stories.
I have an account on wattpad, so if you want to read A Typical Love Story its there.
ILoveHim2015 is my account.
Also, check out my other stories, Preggo-My-Eggo which I had published under my other account - SamiStories, and the story I just started, Long Live.
Lastly, I'm working on the sequel to Preggo-My-Eggo - My Worst Nightmare.
Check'em out
xoxo- Sami
I decided to stop using Witty Profiles to post my stories.
I have an account on wattpad, so if you want to read A Typical Love Story its there.
ILoveHim2015 is my account.
Also, check out my other stories, Preggo-My-Eggo which I had published under my other account - SamiStories, and the story I just started, Long Live.
Lastly, I'm working on the sequel to Preggo-My-Eggo - My Worst Nightmare.
Check'em out
xoxo- Sami
Hey Guys! Just wanted to know what you think of my story, A Typical Love Story. Fave or comment and let me know(: And if you haven't read, feel free to check it out.
-I_Love_Him2015 (aka Sami)
Chapter
Eight: It Must Be Fat
I sighed loudly and gestured for him to continue. “I’ve done some stupid things like trying to make you jealous and leading Autumn on, but I’m just-“
I cut him off, “If this is a speech about how you’re a changed guy and you want me to give you a chance. Tough luck, you’re gonna have to do more than make a speech about how changed you are. Promises mean nothing without action.”
“What do I have to do to make you believe me?”
There was a long pause, “Figure it out.” I didn’t look back at his shocked face as I turned on my heel and strode away from him. If he wants to be with me, he’ll figure things out.
**
Sometimes when things are being thrown at you from so many different directions you don’t know what to do. You become lost and confused and you have no idea what you want anymore. Everything changes in one split second and you end up standing there wondering
‘what the hell just happened.’
And that’s exactly how I began to feel after that day. Lost and confused. Caught between two guys who I may or may not like and who may or may not like me back.
I guess that’s life; throwing things at you when you least expect them.
I sighed loudly and gestured for him to continue. “I’ve done some stupid things like trying to make you jealous and leading Autumn on, but I’m just-“
I cut him off, “If this is a speech about how you’re a changed guy and you want me to give you a chance. Tough luck, you’re gonna have to do more than make a speech about how changed you are. Promises mean nothing without action.”
“What do I have to do to make you believe me?”
There was a long pause, “Figure it out.” I didn’t look back at his shocked face as I turned on my heel and strode away from him. If he wants to be with me, he’ll figure things out.
**
Sometimes when things are being thrown at you from so many different directions you don’t know what to do. You become lost and confused and you have no idea what you want anymore. Everything changes in one split second and you end up standing there wondering
‘what the hell just happened.’
And that’s exactly how I began to feel after that day. Lost and confused. Caught between two guys who I may or may not like and who may or may not like me back.
I guess that’s life; throwing things at you when you least expect them.
Chapter
Eight: It Must Be Fate
Fate is one of those things that just appears out of nowhere; testing you, helping you. It’s one of those things that can change everything in one instant. One second you’re thinking about your crush and then as if on cue fate takes a hold of the situation and a he comes up to you asking you out. Or maybe…you hear he doesn’t like you. You can try to change fate, but in some way fate wiggles its way back in and what you thought you changed wasn’t really changed…you just prolonged it.
Just go with the flow of things, let what’s supposed to happen…happen. Fate will figure things out in one way or another.
**
“Bentley,” Mr. Morrison said, pointing to the back of the room, “Why don’t you go take a seat next to Violet back there?” Bentley nodded and strode to the back of the room and confidently slid onto the chair next to me.
“Hey,” He greeted, a grin formed on his lips and I felt as if I’m going to faint. I took a deep calming breath.
“Where have you been? I’ve been loo-“ I stopped mid-sentence because I didn’t want to sound like I was searching for him desperately. “I haven’t seen you since I…since the party.”
“Oh, um, I was out of town visiting my mom,” Bentley looked down at his hands, “She lives in Arizona with her new husband Rick. I don’t see her often.”
“Oh…I’m sorry.”
He shakes his head, “No need to be, that’s just how life is.” I mumbled in agreement while my thoughts were somewhere else. It’s weird how the guy I’ve basically been pining over just shows up out of the blue. Just nonchalantly walks into the room as if nothing happened. Well, nothing really had happened, no kiss, no declaration of love – not that I was expecting that we had just met. But why did I care so much that he just vanished? Bentley just seemed so…different. Not like a player, more like the best guy friend you can trust with everything.
“Hello, Earth to Violet,” a hand was being waved in front of my face, “The bell just rang you know…and everyone’s gone.” I shook my head and came face to face with Bentley’s purple eyes. We sat there staring into each other’s eyes; If only we could stay this way forever.
A shadow appeared above us. “You better get to free period kids,” Mr. Morrison said, “Ms. Knight, why don’t you show him around?” He strode away before I could even respond.
**
Fate is one of those things that just appears out of nowhere; testing you, helping you. It’s one of those things that can change everything in one instant. One second you’re thinking about your crush and then as if on cue fate takes a hold of the situation and a he comes up to you asking you out. Or maybe…you hear he doesn’t like you. You can try to change fate, but in some way fate wiggles its way back in and what you thought you changed wasn’t really changed…you just prolonged it.
Just go with the flow of things, let what’s supposed to happen…happen. Fate will figure things out in one way or another.
**
“Bentley,” Mr. Morrison said, pointing to the back of the room, “Why don’t you go take a seat next to Violet back there?” Bentley nodded and strode to the back of the room and confidently slid onto the chair next to me.
“Hey,” He greeted, a grin formed on his lips and I felt as if I’m going to faint. I took a deep calming breath.
“Where have you been? I’ve been loo-“ I stopped mid-sentence because I didn’t want to sound like I was searching for him desperately. “I haven’t seen you since I…since the party.”
“Oh, um, I was out of town visiting my mom,” Bentley looked down at his hands, “She lives in Arizona with her new husband Rick. I don’t see her often.”
“Oh…I’m sorry.”
He shakes his head, “No need to be, that’s just how life is.” I mumbled in agreement while my thoughts were somewhere else. It’s weird how the guy I’ve basically been pining over just shows up out of the blue. Just nonchalantly walks into the room as if nothing happened. Well, nothing really had happened, no kiss, no declaration of love – not that I was expecting that we had just met. But why did I care so much that he just vanished? Bentley just seemed so…different. Not like a player, more like the best guy friend you can trust with everything.
“Hello, Earth to Violet,” a hand was being waved in front of my face, “The bell just rang you know…and everyone’s gone.” I shook my head and came face to face with Bentley’s purple eyes. We sat there staring into each other’s eyes; If only we could stay this way forever.
A shadow appeared above us. “You better get to free period kids,” Mr. Morrison said, “Ms. Knight, why don’t you show him around?” He strode away before I could even respond.
**
A Typical
Love Story
Chapter Seven: Heartbreak Warfare
“Stoichiometry,” Mr. Morrison droned on, “is another branch of chemistry that deals with the relative quantities of reactants and products in chemical reactions.” I tuned out, who cares about stoich-whatever-try. I barely ever pay attention in class, and yet, somehow, I’m a straight-A student. It was beyond me.
Outside the big window that spread across the entire left wall I saw birds soaring through the bright blue sky and orange leaves falling from the tall Oak trees surround the school. Sometimes, I wished I could fly away with those birds, just soar through the sky feeling the wind on my face, the weightlessness of flying. To get far away from this town, but there really isn’t much I can do about that until college. I sighed, tearing my eyes away from the birds flying away, taking my dreams with them.
I heard the creak of the door to the classroom and the steady footsteps of someone walking to the front of the classroom. “Class, class!” Mr. Morrison tapped the white board in the front of the classroom to get our attention; every head turned to him. “Class, we have a new student joining us today. Please make him feel at home, why don’t you introduce yourself.”
“Hi everyone,” I deep, sexy voice that I know and have been agonizing over; my head shot up, locking eyes with the guy I’ve been looking for. “I’m Bentley Bronson.”
**
It’s funny how things work out. How one moment you’re day dreaming not paying attention and then the next…something happens that’s so life changing you never would have seen it coming.
Life’s funny like that. It throws things at you at the last second to see how you react, to see how you can use it, to see what you make it. Their like mini quizzes preparing you to expect the unexpected, to be prepared for anything that is thrown at you.
But I never would have thought that I would ever see Bentley again…life just deciding to throw him at me and see what would happen next.
Chapter Seven: Heartbreak Warfare
“Stoichiometry,” Mr. Morrison droned on, “is another branch of chemistry that deals with the relative quantities of reactants and products in chemical reactions.” I tuned out, who cares about stoich-whatever-try. I barely ever pay attention in class, and yet, somehow, I’m a straight-A student. It was beyond me.
Outside the big window that spread across the entire left wall I saw birds soaring through the bright blue sky and orange leaves falling from the tall Oak trees surround the school. Sometimes, I wished I could fly away with those birds, just soar through the sky feeling the wind on my face, the weightlessness of flying. To get far away from this town, but there really isn’t much I can do about that until college. I sighed, tearing my eyes away from the birds flying away, taking my dreams with them.
I heard the creak of the door to the classroom and the steady footsteps of someone walking to the front of the classroom. “Class, class!” Mr. Morrison tapped the white board in the front of the classroom to get our attention; every head turned to him. “Class, we have a new student joining us today. Please make him feel at home, why don’t you introduce yourself.”
“Hi everyone,” I deep, sexy voice that I know and have been agonizing over; my head shot up, locking eyes with the guy I’ve been looking for. “I’m Bentley Bronson.”
**
It’s funny how things work out. How one moment you’re day dreaming not paying attention and then the next…something happens that’s so life changing you never would have seen it coming.
Life’s funny like that. It throws things at you at the last second to see how you react, to see how you can use it, to see what you make it. Their like mini quizzes preparing you to expect the unexpected, to be prepared for anything that is thrown at you.
But I never would have thought that I would ever see Bentley again…life just deciding to throw him at me and see what would happen next.
A Typical
Love Story
Chapter Seven: Heartbreak Warfare
Heartbreakers by definition are people who break hearts, but metaphorically. The pain you feel from getting your heartbroken is excruciating. It feels like your being torn apart, like you can no longer live without that special someone you lost. You try to forget him, you try to show him you’re doing fine all on your own. But once you’re alone with your thoughts you break down. You can’t take it anymore; the tears spill out of your eyes and you try to forget all about this. You try and try to stop crying, but they tears keep coming. Every day becomes an uphill battle. And one day, you realize you don’t need him anymore. Sound familiar? I think it might.
Guys aren’t worth your tears, and those who are won’t make you cry. I can promise you that.
**
School on Monday had flown by really fast. The first half of the day was down and I had gone outside to eat lunch in the courtyard. A bunch of people were milling around the picnic tables talking and laughing. A tall, short brown haired boy was gesturing wildly with his hands telling a story. I stared down at my tray that only had bottled water and a cinnamon poptart sitting on it. I tore a small piece off of the poptart and popped it in my mouth. I continued to look around the courtyard subconsciously looking for Bentley. But every face I see isn’t his. There’s no guy with long black hair or purple eyes…there’s no one out there like him.
I shake my head as a gust of wind hits and I pull Bentley’s jacket around me. I never had a chance to give it back since he just disappeared. The smell of him still lingered on it and it made me feel at peace. I wished I could find him…maybe being around him would feel like that too. I had run scenarios through my head over and over again about him finding me and kissing me. But I know that will never happen. I had suddenly lost any appetite I had left and got up to throw away my trash. I slowly walked into the main building and pulled Bentley’s jacket off and started walking toward my locker to put it away. I don’t want to be reminded of him always. Out of nowhere a girl with medium length brown hair rushed past me, tears falling down her face. I stood there dazed for a second. Was that…no, it couldn’t be. Ellie? As if to confirm my thoughts, Scarlett came up next to me, “Did you hear, Micah cheated on Ellie. Insane right? They seemed so…put together, you know?”
I thought about how Lux and Xander seem so put together but they aren’t even close to it. “You never know what’s hidden beneath the surface,” I shrugged.
“I guess…I wonder if Micah would go for me…” Scarlett trailed off as she began to walk away. I look back down the hallway where Ellie disappeared into the bathroom. Maybe I should…help her? I began to walk in the direction of the bathroom when I felt my cell phones vibrating in my pocket; I pulled it out.
Ellie;
Vi, can you…come to the bathroom? |:
Chapter Seven: Heartbreak Warfare
Heartbreakers by definition are people who break hearts, but metaphorically. The pain you feel from getting your heartbroken is excruciating. It feels like your being torn apart, like you can no longer live without that special someone you lost. You try to forget him, you try to show him you’re doing fine all on your own. But once you’re alone with your thoughts you break down. You can’t take it anymore; the tears spill out of your eyes and you try to forget all about this. You try and try to stop crying, but they tears keep coming. Every day becomes an uphill battle. And one day, you realize you don’t need him anymore. Sound familiar? I think it might.
Guys aren’t worth your tears, and those who are won’t make you cry. I can promise you that.
**
School on Monday had flown by really fast. The first half of the day was down and I had gone outside to eat lunch in the courtyard. A bunch of people were milling around the picnic tables talking and laughing. A tall, short brown haired boy was gesturing wildly with his hands telling a story. I stared down at my tray that only had bottled water and a cinnamon poptart sitting on it. I tore a small piece off of the poptart and popped it in my mouth. I continued to look around the courtyard subconsciously looking for Bentley. But every face I see isn’t his. There’s no guy with long black hair or purple eyes…there’s no one out there like him.
I shake my head as a gust of wind hits and I pull Bentley’s jacket around me. I never had a chance to give it back since he just disappeared. The smell of him still lingered on it and it made me feel at peace. I wished I could find him…maybe being around him would feel like that too. I had run scenarios through my head over and over again about him finding me and kissing me. But I know that will never happen. I had suddenly lost any appetite I had left and got up to throw away my trash. I slowly walked into the main building and pulled Bentley’s jacket off and started walking toward my locker to put it away. I don’t want to be reminded of him always. Out of nowhere a girl with medium length brown hair rushed past me, tears falling down her face. I stood there dazed for a second. Was that…no, it couldn’t be. Ellie? As if to confirm my thoughts, Scarlett came up next to me, “Did you hear, Micah cheated on Ellie. Insane right? They seemed so…put together, you know?”
I thought about how Lux and Xander seem so put together but they aren’t even close to it. “You never know what’s hidden beneath the surface,” I shrugged.
“I guess…I wonder if Micah would go for me…” Scarlett trailed off as she began to walk away. I look back down the hallway where Ellie disappeared into the bathroom. Maybe I should…help her? I began to walk in the direction of the bathroom when I felt my cell phones vibrating in my pocket; I pulled it out.
Ellie;
Vi, can you…come to the bathroom? |: