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I think the main reason I dont like the idea of falling in love is because I feel like it wont last, even if it is true I feel after a few years it will just be gone. And I think the reason I think that is because everything seems to end. Ideas fade, coffee cools, cigarettes burn out, music stops, new turns into old and we all die eventually.

But sometimes, I think that that is just my excuse for why I dont want to get close to people, and why I push everyone away. Its an excuse not to fall in love and honestly I dont know which is worse. The excuse itself or if it is actually true, and nothing actually does last.

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State of Grace
Chapter 16

“Well, guys are you happy to be done with school?” asked Annie, on the first night of summer vacation. Grace’s family was having a picnic outside with May, Michael, Ashley and Luke all present.
            May opened her mouth to speak. “Yes,” rushed Ashley, beating May to the point, “I cannot wait to hang out all summer. Right, Luke?” We’re going to go swimming and have picnics and get you a new car!”
            Luke faked a smile, but only Grace could tell, and said, “Sure, Ashley. However, could you tell me what is wrong with my truck?” He added an extra emphasize on the proper pronunciation for every word.
            “Well,” started Ashley, counting off with her fingers, “its way too big and loud, it’s a hideous color, the inside smells, and I don’t really like trucks.”
            Luke drove an old Chevrolet that once was his Grandpa’s. He had spent the previous summer jacking it up.
            Michael smirked. He drove a nice sports car and knew how Luke felt about first cars. Michael was lucky though, May had no complaints about Mike whatsoever. She loved his hair, his car, his family and his clothes. She was curled up on the picnic blanket next to him. Grace had never seen her look so happy. It was like she finally fit into this small town.
            Grace spoke up them, “I like Luke’s truck. I wish I had a truck but not a Chevy…I want a Ford.”
            Ashley frowned at her words but ignored her. “My father can get you a new car since you’re my boyfriend and everything.”
            Mr. Smithson owned the only car dealership within fifty miles. This made the Smithson family very rich and powerful. May broke the awkward silence that had followed Ashley’s words.
            “I love your dress, Annie!” she exclaimed, turning to Annie.
            Later when May, Annie and Grace were cleaning up May leaned over to Grace and whispered, “What’s your problem? Do you not like Ashley?”
            Grace took a stack of plates from Annie and gestured for her to sit down. “Of course Grace likes Ashley,” said Annie, “She’s just defending Luke.”
            “I’m not defending Luke! He has a nice truck!” she said. May and Annie laughed and went to join the others, leaving Grace to finish up. Soon her momma was next to her, cleaning and wiping the dirty dishes.
            “Grace,” said her momma softly, “Are you…do you like Luke?”
            “Momma, I don’t like him. I just don’t know him anymore. Look at him!”
            Luke was tugging at the color of golf shirt and attempting to untuck the shirt from his khaki shorts. Ashley caught his hand and fixed his shirt. He smiled, strained, and took her hand in his.
            “Well, he does look…different. She made him all clean cut, it works on him in away,” replied her mother. It didn’t work on him though. He needed to look unshaven and rough and woodsy like he usually did. Grace frowned and crossed her arm.
            “Grace, I know that look. Inside you’re going through a battle. Why don’t you go see Ella?” suggested her mother.
            Grace did spend the rest of her night with Ella. They colored, watched movies and told secrets all night. It gave Ella and Luke’s parents a chance to go out for a change. Grace was tucking Ella into bed when Luke came in the door. He hung in the doorframe of his sister’s bedroom watching them for awhile. Before Grace left, Ella motioned for her to lean down. The little girl whispered one last secret in Grace’s ear.
            Luke walked Grace to the door outside where Ryan was waiting in the car.
            “Why did you leave?” he asked her.
            “I felt like I was ninth wheeling it. I’d rather spend a night with Ella instead,” said Grace.
            “She’s only got a few weeks left and Ashley hasn’t even met her yet,” said Luke. He bit his lip and looked back at his sister’s room. “I’m sorry,” said Grace as she left.
            When Grace got home she couldn’t stop thinking about Ella’s last wish: I wish you and Luke would fall in love and get married.

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State of Grace
Chapter 14

The next time Luke saw Grace was the following Monday night. She had been dropped off at his house to see Ella. When she entered Ella’s room, her hood on her sweatshirt was up and she held something in her hand. Grace slowly pulled back her hood. Her long blonde hair that had fallen to her waist was now cut short at her shoulder. In her hand was a beautiful blonde wig fitted for Ella’s hair free head. Ella gathered all of her energy to get up and hug her. Ella’s mother placed it on her daughter’s head before hugging Grace as well. They couldn’t thank her enough but she knew she had to leave for them to truly enjoy it.
            “Oh no!” said Luke’s mom, when Grace asked to borrow the phone to call for a ride home, “Luke will bring you home, won’t you Luke?”
            He nodded. He hadn’t said anything since Grace arrived. He grabbed his keys and headed out the door. His mom frowned but Grace just smiled. She had half expected Luke to return being rude as soon as the dance ended. The silence in the car ride seemed well quieter than usual.
            She tried to gather courage the whole ride home to speak to him. He was parked in the drive way before she knew it.
            “What?” he said, “Do you expect me to continue opening the doors for you?”
            “Uh…No…I had a question but never mind. Thanks for the ride,” she said fighting back tears and inwardly yelling at herself. How could she let Luke bother her like that? She should be used to it. Pull it together, Grace, she told herself. She was almost at the front door when he called her name, “Wait. Grace, just wait.”
            She turned and crossed her arms. He got out of his truck and shook his head at her. He crossed the yard and stopped a foot in front of her. He looked down at his feet before he took another step toward her.
            “Thank you,” he said, to the ground. Suddenly thunder cracked above and Luke’s head snapped up. “I better go!”
            When Grace reached the safety of her porch she turned and watched Luke until his headlights disappeared. Inside her home, she met an interesting scene. Annie and Ryan were curled up on the couch in Grace’s living room. They were looking through baby names books and laughing at something when Grace spoke up, “Don’t you two ever stay home?”
            They both laughed and Annie took Ryan’s hand. He brushed her hair out of her eyes as she placed his hand on her round belly. Grace hadn’t seen them this in love or this happy since high school. Ever since they got home, Annie looked upset and Ryan looked tired and stressed.
            “What do you think of Charles,” asked Annie. Grace bit her lip.
            “See?” Ryan said, “She doesn’t like it either!” Annie just laughed. Grace rolled her eyes and went to find her parents. They were talking on the deck.
            “Hey Momma, Hey Dad,” she said as she joined them. Her mother ran her hand down her daughter’s shortened hair.
            “How’d little Ella like it?” asked Grace’s mother.
            “She loved it. Her parents were so thankful,” said Grace. Her father smiled and said a rare thing, “I’m proud of you, honey.”
            There is a great feeling about doing something good and Grace was so overwhelmed that she couldn’t fall asleep at all that night. It seemed everything was going right.

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State of Grace
Chapter 13

“Oh my gosh! Grace! You look like Fifth Avenue met Carrie Underwood!” screamed May.
            “What’s Fifth Avenue?”
            May rolled her eyes, “Grace, it’s in New York…New York City!”
            “Luke?” said a girl to their left.
            “Oh, hey, Ashley! You look nice!” said Luke to a very pretty red head.
            “Well you look more than nice! Want to dance?” she asked. Grace had already let go of Luke’s arm when she heard him say, “No thanks, Ashley, I’m with Grace tonight.”
            Grace smiled up at him. She couldn’t believe he was sticking with her. She had expected to be left at the door, knowing Luke’s usually tendencies to treat her like crap. May attached herself to Grace’s side and whispered in her ear, “What’s up with Luke?” Grace shrugged before Luke dragged her off to the dance floor. They danced all night.

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A man asked a fairy to
make him desirable and
resistable to all women

She turned him into a
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Credit Card

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I'm in love with cities i've never been to
and people i've never meet.
Bestfriendforever :)

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A girl sets her password for her laptop
She sets it as 'brain'
Her boyfriend was sittin beside her..
he fell of his chair laughing because
it replied
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"too small"

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State of Grace
Chapter 12

The day of the prom arrived, looking promising for every young couple in the town, well except for one oddity. Grace and Luke or Luke and Grace, however one wanted to put it, just didn’t fit right. The news had traveled like wildfire and no one could be blamed for starting it. At first, people thought it was joke, or a false rumor. But as the days approached Luke and Grace were seen talking a lot more than usual. Of course, they hadn’t really increased their conversations. It only seemed like it to the rest of the junior class. Some people whispered rumors about what happened on the car rides home. These rumors made Grace roar with laughter but they infuriated Luke to no end. That made Grace laugh even harder.
            Michael intended to pick May up at Grace’s house at six o’clock sharp. Grace knew he wouldn’t be any later while Luke had promised to at least show up. When six o’clock rolled around, May was pinning Michael’s flower on his jacket. Grace and her momma snapped some pictures and off they went. Grace went upstairs to get dressed when May had left. She figured she had another hour at least until Luke showed up. It was seven o’clock when Luke’s truck pulled up the drive. Grace heard his rushed apologies to her parents as he turned the corner to start up the porch steps. There he saw, through the open door, her sitting on the steps. Her long tan legs were crossed at the knee letting one booted leg hang above. The creamy tan material laced with gold gathered on the ground. Midway up, the dress began to sparkle gold and silver all the way up the straps from the cut neck line. Her long blonde hair was gathered in an elegant twist of curls. She smiled when she saw him but soon laughter filled her up. Luke was wearing a tux that was elegant and black, but the shirt was mossy oak camouflage. His tie, vest and cummerbund were bright, hunter’s orange.
            “Nice boots,” he said, smiling down at her.
            “Nice camo,” she replied as she took his arm. He went so far as to open her door for her at the truck. Then, they were off.
            When they arrived at the prom, there were limos everywhere. No trucks or jeeps or anything. Luke’s yellow truck stuck out like a sore thumb. It was yellow in a swarm of white and black. Of course by the time they had parked, everyone was staring.
            “I didn’t think to rent one of those,” said Luke. He looked nervous as he took Grace’s hand. “Let’s get this over with.”

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State of Grace
Chapter 11

“Boy, was she mad,” said Luke later to Ella. Ella giggled and said, “Tell it one more time! It’s hard to believe!”
            “What’s hard to believe?” asked their mother, coming in the door from work, their father right behind her.
            “Luke got a date to prom!” squealed Ella. Her father picked her up from the couch and twirled her around. Her laughter filled the room but Luke’s mother gave him a stern look.
            “Who did you ask?” she asked him. Luke could tell his father was listening. He shrugged and said, ever so nonchalantly, “Grace Foster.”
            “Ain’t that just the grandest thing you ever heard, Momma?” asked Ella. Her mother swept her up in a hug and carried her to her room.
            “Congratulations,” said Luke’s father. He reached out to his hand but Luke just shrugged again.
            “Pop, it’s nothing. It’s Grace…she’s been, well, you know, Grace since day one. It’s nothing.” His dad smiled and shook his hand anyway, “Sure, Son, it’s nothing. But she sure is pretty.”

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State of Grace
Chapter 10

Suddenly Grace had the answers to everything: Luke’s weird mood, Annie’s incessant crying, May’s depressed look, her mother’s subdued mood, and her father’s strange actions during the past week.
            Little Ella was suffering from a tumor in her kidney and nothing was working. The chemo left her useless and weak. Annie spent her days reading and playing with the little girl while her mother was at work. Luke spent his nights holding her tight, trying to hold onto to his little sister.
            “She’s only got a couple of months left,” he told Grace one day. They had been spending a lot of time at Luke’s house, fixing it up just for Ella. They were planting flowers the day he confessed to her why he hadn’t told her in the first place.
            “I asked your family to keep it secret, even May. I didn’t want you to know,” he said softly. Grace frowned.
            “Why?” she asked.
            “I was afraid you’d see me as less strong for crying over something like that,” he replied.
            “Luke,” she took a breath, “You’re the strongest person I know.”
            She glanced over at his reaction. His eyebrows furrowed but then a miracle happened; Luke smiled. Grace hadn’t seen his smile for three weeks.
            “Thanks,” he said, “I tried to lose myself in Rachael…that didn’t work out to well, huh?” he asked. Grace walked over to him then, and put a hand on his arm, and said, “No, Luke, it didn’t.” They hugged then, the first hug the two had ever shared. It was brief and friendly, a kind of hug you give to a friend you haven’t seen in awhile.
            Ella seemed to get better some days, and decline the next. She grew frail and thin, unable to do some of her favorite activities. Grace took over for Annie in the afternoons. Annie was getting bigger and bigger; the birth of the baby was one of the only things that truly made Ella happy. Her beautiful blonde hair had fallen out which made her quite upset whenever she saw Grace’s long, flowing blonde hair.
            Grace grew to love Ella even more as the month passed by. Soon it was May, the birth month and namesake of her best friend, and the junior prom.
            Early on, Grace had made a decision. The junior prom scheduled for the second weekend in the month helped her in the best possible way. For weeks she glowed inside without considering the prom at all.
            One night, May called to tell her exciting news.
            “Michael asked me! He got Luke and the other guys to drive their trucks and park in the parking lot, and when I walked out of school all the hoods were up! Every truck had a poster board in it that had a different letter for, “Prom?” and Michael was standing at the end holding flowers! Calla lilies too! My favorite flower!” she rushed into the phone. Grace smiled into the phone. Michael, Luke and Grace had dedicated an entire afternoon for the plan. Luke provided the trucks, Michael had the idea and Grace added the extra kick of knowing May’s favorite flower.
            “Congratulations!” she said.
            “Did anyone ask you yet?” May asked, earnestly.
            “No, of course not, May. You’d be the first to know!” replied Grace. Grace wasn’t surprised at all that she hadn’t been asked. She hadn’t given the prom any thought at all until Michael brought it up to her at lunch.
            The next weekend May and Grace went shopping with Annie and Grace’s mom. May’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. Watson, were both doctors and worked long hours at the hospital which is why May spent most of her time at Grace’s house. After spending all day at the mall, May finally chose a bright and flowing pink dress that fit her perfectly. Grace had a harder time finding a suitable dress. She still didn’t have a date but her mother insisted on buying her one anyway. The dress that they all agreed with matched her tan skin and long blonde hair.
            During the middle of the week, only a few days before the prom, Luke met Grace at her locker. “Hey Grace,” he said while she opened her locker and rummaged through it.
            “How ya doin?” she asked him.
            “Good, do you have a date yet?”
            “No, do you?” she asked.
            “No…” he said. Grace had been distracted throughout the conversation and she turned to face him, slightly confused.
            “Wanna go?” he asked, looking down at his boots. His hands were deep in his pockets and his face was turning red. Well, at least the part of the face Grace could see. His favorite cowboy hat was on and pushed down low. Since his head was turned down, Grace could only see his mouth and nose.
            “Sure,” she said, “If this ain’t some joke.”
            “I’d never kid around with something like that,” Luke said with all seriousness back in his voice. He was looking at her now and she knew somehow that what he said was true. She smiled then and he relaxed.
            “Pick you up at 8,” he called as he retreated down the hallway.
            “Luke! The prom is at 6! Luke!” she called after him. He continued swinging his keys and walking towards the parking lot.
            “Luke! You’re my ride home!” she called. The sound of his engine starting made her sprint towards him.

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