Just Not Me
He looked at me with those dark brown eyes. He leaned in as he
sat his lips upon mine. The taste if watery coke on the lips. But
it felt so right. When i got back to reality and pulled away.
"What's wrong, Ele?" I wanted to say everything that went through
my head to Brett. "Nothing." I knew he knew something was up. But
he said nothing. I left the house, not caring to take my book
bag.
Brett called me over an hour ago, saying he needed help studying.
This was true, however. I came to his house. We studied and
cracked jokes. It was tons of fun. Half an hour after i got
there, Jenna, Brett's mom, brought us drinks, explaining the coke
taste. Fifteen minutes afterwards, this happened. We were lip
locked.
this is just a little of a book i am considering to write on
witty. tell me if you like it!:)