angelcaroline18

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Heeeyyyyy so i get bored easily so im on here like constantly
so comment and say hello and read my quotes

 

Quotes by angelcaroline18

Soooo, yesterday you took a risk and asked me out
and finally after a little under a month of me wondering, and thinking
that maybe you were just playing me and leading me on, and 
thinking well maybe I shouldn't do this because I've only met him
once and he does live half and hour away from me, but I took all
those fears and worries and insecurities and threw them behind me
I'm still nervous nad scared but i'm willing to make this work because I.Like.You

Photo Bomb: Chapter 7
 

Only to have the trainer barge in with another player on a stretcher before our lips could meet. "Ugh fml." I mutter; Chris puts a finger to my lips to quiet me. The trainer, his dad, the doctor and athletic director all thought we were sleeping. We both stiffen up as we heard their conversation focus on us.     "She’s cute." remarks Doctor Jaymes "what can you tell me about her?" Joe mentions that I’m on both the swim team and softball team was in all honors and I maintained a solid 3.8 GPA. Dr. Voyght added that I had knee problems and dealt with a dislocation which is what he thought Chris had suffered with his ankle. Mr. Thomas the athletic director mentioned that I was going to East on a softball scholarship, and that I wanted to be either an orthopedic doctor or an athletic trainer. Dr. Gary Jaymes smiled an approving smile my way that I saw through the mask of hair that was hiding my face from view.
            "So how long before we should wake them up?" Joe was looking at Doctor Jaymes for an answer.
            "10 minutes let's get G back down to the game and by then the game should be over. Honestly though this amazes me, I've never seen Christian this- this, open about his feelings for a girl before. He's mentioned her a lot lately, which is different for him. I'm glad he chose to act like this with her." They all quickly exited with G and left Chris and I alone again. I felt him leaning in for a kiss but avoided it by moving closer to him and resting my forehead on his shoulder. He wraps his arms around me, but I feel him sigh so I look up with a questioning look.
            "I'm just sad that in a few minutes you're going to leave and I'm going to have to go to the hospital without you, and what if I'm not at school on Monday? I don't know when I'm will get to see you again." I realized what he was saying was true.
            “You’re right we have no classes together. I think we have one or two lunches together. But other than that with you have football and I have swimming. We are barely going to see each other and no offense but how can I be sure you aren't going to ignore me in school and pretend nothing happened.” I added the last part to see what his response would be. "Look I'm going to be out for at least two weeks at the next home game which is in two weeks instead of being on the sidelines with the team I'll hang out with you. I've always wanted to watch a high school football game, and not have pads on. I already told you I'm not going anywhere. You heard my dad I can't not show how much I like you."
            "Okay one last thing, where do we uhm stand you know like status wise like what are we?"
            "I don't know what do you want to be?"
            "Okay I hate to keep saying this but I don't really know where you stand with me you just said you just broke up with your girlfriend and I don't want to be just another rebound for you. I mean look at you, your Christian Jaymes! Then look at me I'm just another girl who goes to school with you."
            "Ok I see where you are coming from but still I have no idea where that leaves us. Also just because my name is Christian Jaymes doesn't mean I'm not an ordinary guy. I'm going to like who I want and no one is going to change my mind." He pulls me closer wraps his arms tightly around me and kisses my forehead I smile as I realize that it was the first time that he actually admitted out loud that he likes me.
            "I think we should just see how things go for awhile. Not like pretend nothing happened because obviously there were at least 200 witnesses. But let's just keep things low profile. So nobody thinks that we are more than friends. Does sound okay to you?"
            "That sounds like a really good idea. Wait do you still want me to hang out with you at the football game?"
            "Of course I want to hang out with you! Oh uhm yeah when I say nobody thinks we are more that friends, I mean nobody. That means no telling Omar, or Tucker, and definitely not Walker. Okay?"
            "Kay got it hahaha yeah Walker has the biggest mouth in our school hands down." "Well I'm gunna be going now because I got to get back to the field parking lot (We share a field with a school next door to us) so my mom doesn't freak out on me." "Okay, wait let me give you my number? So we can talk you know? Like friends do.” He winks at me, but I'm too busy thinking about what he just said.
            “Yeah sure, but don’t you want my number too?” He looks down at his hands clearly testing my reaction to his response.
            “I never deleted your number Mari; remember last year when we used to talk? Yeah well I never deleted it because I always hoped you would talk to me again.” He was mumbling, this was the first time I ever saw him act shy before. 

Today in band class my band teacher told us this conversation with his son;
SON: "Daddy all the girls in my class love me." ( he is in first grade.)
Band Teacher: Thats great Gus (going along with him.)
Son: "except there is one girl in my class that doesnt like me.. and SHE'S THE ONE I WANT!
Band teacher turns to class: "one half of me wanted to say welcome to life and the other half of me was like "well thats why you want her duh" but was interested in what Gus was going to say next"
Band teacher to son: well what are you going to do are you just going to give up and forget about her?
Son: "NOOO I'm never going to stop untill she loves me back the way I love her."  Gus Gives Me Hope about the future of America's young men

Photo Bomb Chapter 6:
 

I looked at him and rolled my eyes and pressed my lips together to try and hide my smile.
            "Ok fine where do you hurt?" my eyes widened as a sly grin spread across his face            "everywhere"
            "Well tell me where you hurt the most and we will go from there"
            "My legs are hurting for obvious reasons" I kissed him on his mid calf sock on his right leg and very very gently on his left injured leg.
            "Ok now where?"
            "My stomach since I haven't eaten since breakfast." I had a bag of sour patch watermelons in my pocket so I gave them to him and leaned down pausing for a second when I realized he was still shirtless before kissing him. On his six pack abs.
            "Still hurting?"
            "Yeah my heart is hurting because my team is losing." I place my lips right on his chest where I can hear his heart beating.
            "Any where else hurting?"
            "Yeah my arms are aching to hug you." I grabbed his hand and squeezed it, leaned down and kissed both his biceps, he was flexing I could totally tell.
            "Still hurting?"
            "Yes my face." I kiss his nose, and then both his cheeks, chin, and neck. Not kissing his lips on purpose.
            "All better?"
            "No you missed a spot." Chris pouted his lips at me.
            "Oh where?"
            "You know where."
            "No I don't tell me where so I can make you feel better. I want you to feel better." I added the last part quietly, I don't know why it was like Chris was making me shy.
            "Actually no I feel a lot better. Is anything hurting you? I'll make you feel better the same way you made me feel better." he slid over on the bed and patted the empty space on it. "Come and lie down Mariana everything will be better... Once I fix things." I gave in and layer down. Chris immediately wrapped his arm around me.
            "My knees hurt."
            "Why?"
            "What do you mean why?"
            "You have to give a reason just like I did."
            "Ok fine." I sigh "my knees hurt because they always do." he leans over and kisses both my knee caps. "My stomach hurts because I gave you my sour patch." he reaches into his bag and hands me a power bar. Leans down and kisses my tank top covered stomach.
            "Now where?"
            "My head hurts because I'm worried about you." he looks at me smiles and kisses me sweetly on the forehead.
            "My neck hurts because I'm worried about what is going to happen to us after today." Chris picks his head up and looks into my eyes
            "I'm not going anywhere no matter what happens the only way I'm going to leave you is if you tell me to leave." his voice had become so low and serious it was almost gruff. He leaned over and kissed my neck, I sighed.
            "What?" he picked his head up again with a look of concern on his face.
            "I'm just scared of what people are going to think and how are we going to make this work."
            "Look Mariana everything will work itself out. Don't worry bout that, and as for what people think. So what? It's none of their business. The only people whose business this is, is ours. Now stop pouting your lips at me like that."
            "Chris?"
            "Yeah?" he rolls over on his side to face me and I do the same thing.
            "My lips hurt from pouting so much can you fix them?" he looks at me, smiles, and rolls his eyes a little. He leans in slowly he closes his eyes and I close mine.

Photo Bomb Chapter 4:
 

I look up and Chris’s best friend Walker is standing next to the cart. I jump back but Chris catches my hand and wraps his arm around my waist, and pulls me closer in fact he was pulling me so close I thought he was going to pull me into the cart with him. He reaches out and grabs Walker's hand with his free hand. Walker was looking at Chris like he lost his other half. I started to pull away so they could be alone but Walker notices and his head snaps up
            "Nope you are staying right where you are." Chris looks at me with this heart wrenching, pleading look and pulls me back even tighter so that I am sitting on the edge of the cart. His arm is so long that it wraps completely around my waist. Walker eventually suggests that Chris should take off his pads so that he wouldn't be so uncomfortable. I take a few steps back to give Walker some room. I turn back to the game when I get smacked in the face with a jersey; it was Chris's.
            “Uh wtf am I supposed to do with this? Walker looks at me like I'm an idiot
            "Put it on. Duh" I roll my eyes and throw it on over the tank top I’m wearing. Chris looks over at me in his jersey which easily resembles a dress on me, and smiles; it's the first smile I’ve seen on him since he had gotten injured. I smile back only to realize not only had he taken his pads off but he had also taken his under armor shirt off. He reaches his arms out clearly wanting me to come back over. I hesitate wondering if I should.
            "Please, I need you here." the way he says made me want to run back over that very second but I needed some answers first.
            "Why me? Why not some other girl? There are at least 80 here in the stands alone who are dying to be in my position."
            "Yeah I know." He smirks at the thought of that.
            “Wow ego much?”
            “Hey! You pointed it out in the first place.”
            "Ok yeah you have a point but still why me?"
            "You seem to ignore the fact that everyone is staring, you have been in this kind of pain before, and you look cute in my jersey." I turn towards the game for a second to hide my smile 'he thinks I’m cute' I think to myself. Then I kind of shrug and walk over to him. The moment I get within his reach his fingers hook into one of my belt loops and drags me as close as he can get me to him. So now my chest is pressed against Chris -who is shirtless- whose VERY muscular arm is wrapped around my waist and hooked into my belt loop so that I couldn't get away even if I wanted to. The first half had just ended, but now everyone was focused on Chris and I and they had nothing to distract them. Chris knew it; he was whispering frantically in my ear.
            "Just look at me and only me, please don't walk away, please just stay here. Please don't leave, just look at me and you won't see them." I wasn't planning on saying no I mean what was I going to do if I did walk away? Face all those people by myself I'm sorry but I have enough sense not to do that. So I stayed and kept looking at him and whispering
            "It'll be okay don't worry everything will be fine." sadly in a way I was saying these things more for myself than for him I had to convince myself that nothing bad would happen. 

16 years ago today,
I was born, and I was adopted, my mother made the hardest decesion of her life to give up this little girl whom she barely knrew, she made the ultimate sacrifice of carrying around my weight and then giving me up because she  wanted a better life for me 
Mommy I love you whoever you are, I thankyou for making the painful decesion to give me up because you knew it would be best for me. And even though I have never met you i respect you for your decesion.
Fave if you know someone who is adopted, comment if you are adopted ♥

Photo Bomb: chapter 3
 

            "Oh sh** no it's going to be "Omar or Christen next." I texted Joe and shot him my theory. His response was: yeah ik let's hope neither of them gets hurt too seriously. Chris and Omar were really connecting on their passes. Every play made me more and more concerned for their safety. After a few plays the inevitable happened next play changed everything. Chris got the snap. It was a little high, Omar was double covered, and Chris had no other options except to run with the ball. Five guys from Burton chased him and tackled him. They got up fast though. Too fast. Chris was screaming bloody hell. Grabbing his left leg.
            "Oh no oh no oh no oh no." I was about to throw myself over the fence when Joe yelled to me
            "Wait at the gate. We are going to need you to open it to let the cart through." I held my ground. But I was bouncing on my toes waiting to hear the diagnosis. Joe and the school doctor, doctor Voyght drove Chris off the field and through the gate on the cart and left him there to go check on Janson.Voyght turned back and looked at Chris
            "If you want to know anything about leg injuries talk to Mariana she is one of my most frequent patients." Vought looked at me and motioned to go over to him. I shook my head. No way was I going to go over there! Chris never talks to me. Ever. Doc gave me a look that made his point clear- go over there and comfort our only hope for getting into the state tournament. Now. - I looked at Bianca for guidance; she just nudged me closer to him. I sighed and walked over to the grimacing guy. I didn't know what to say. So I decided to start with the obvious.
            "I saw the hit, it wasn't pretty." Chris looked up and gave me look that was a mixture of agony and shock
            "What did doc mean when he said talk to you about leg injuries?"
            "I've had like six different ones. Some have healed others still occasionally bother me. But yours looked like it's going to be a short recovery." I gingerly patted his shoulder.      
             "Thanks" Chris’s voice was thick so I looked down and for the fist time I realized he was crying. Christian then grabbed my hand off his shoulder and proceeded to hold it. I heard Bianca choking on her Dr. Pepper behind me. I was mentally screaming due to the fact that the QB of the football team was holding my hand and not to disregard the fact that he is super cute and Mr. Popular in my school. I pulled away and turned around to face the field, but stayed next to the cart. I thought Chris had grabbed my hand out of pain, so I was shocked when he grabbed my hand again! I moved a little closer so he didn't have to stretch so much and I felt him rest his head on my arm. Just then I saw someone else go down for East. Chris and I groaned, but I noticed no one else seemed to. I gasped in horror as I looked to the stands to find every single person in them was starring at Chris and I. Holding hands. Interlocking finger style. I felt tears running down my arm. I turned to look down at Chris he looked up at me and had this odd look on his face and his eyes showed so much gratitude for staying with him. I feel something inside of me change. I feel compassion towards him, my heart takes over my reason and ont caring that everyone is staring I bend down and hug him. His head rests on my shoulder and I feel his free arm wrap around my waist. We stay like that until I hear someone clearing their throat.