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"No whining Kady. Now stay still!" I huffed, trying to fix her hair. (KD: AHA! That's me. Kady, whoop. You're all jealous.) [Laura: Of course its you. I had to come up with a character that was obnoxious and random.]
Alice snickered and said, "Let me help. Rose, you get her outfit ready." The blonde beauty nodded, smiling.
"Bella, make them stop..." Kady wailed again.
Bella laughed and said, "No way. Jazz, pink or green?" I looked at her, holding up two different mini-skirts. (KD: WHAT! Lord, shoot me now.) [Laura: Relax. Youre not wearing them. Jeez. Over reaction much?]
"Love the green. Now what should I wear..." Immediately, Rosalie threw a mini-dress and a pair of black leggings at me. (KD: I knew you were turning into a prep, you fiend!) [Laura: Does trying out for cheerleading NOT mean anything to you?!]
I grinned and said, "Never mind. Jackie, hand me that top." My best friend grabbed the teal tank top that draped the edge of my bed. (KD: WHAT AM I?!
DamagedJacob... My Jacob...
No, Im not Isabella Swan.
Im Jasmine, Jasmine Rose Spinalis.
Anyways, Jacob is mine...and always was - in a way.
We had known each other in our childhood, but our parents lost touch when my mother moved my brother, Mark, and I to the wonderful and everlasting sunny state of California.
And let me tell you, I missed La Push like a child misses their favorite stuffed animal.
I wanted the rain, I wanted the clouds, and I wanted the beaches, minus the sweltering sun.
We said our last goodbyes a week after my twelfth birthday - promising to stay in touch, both of us knowing we wouldnt, we couldnt.
But then, a month before my nineteenth birthday, Mark got a letter from Billy.
Billy sent us a letter describing the pit Jacob was in, how empty he seemed, how much of a shell he had become.
He said he thought of me, and he knew that I could bring happiness back to Jacob.
I jumped at the thought of seeing my best friend again, so we packed u
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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