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I want to escape what you've done to my life
I love the way that you're always on my mind
It's ok you're not a bad one you're sane
I can't help this pain that i feel
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No matter what people said about him she would know what she had seen. She knew what she felt and she always had to believe that, that the Wes that people saw could never have stolen her like this. Her eyes welled with tears but she wiped them away, keeping them under control. Slowly she moved back to where he was and just as before she placed her hand on his face, a gentle, airy caress as she looked down at him because she knew that this was goodbye. "You know..." and she stole a quick breath, needing to say this to him, needing to keep it together just long enough to walk out that door. "You're a good person Wes... You should let people see that more often." |
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"You deserve better than me…I can't be what you want me to be babe…" he told her now moving his hand to wipe her tears. His own eyes sad, it was written all over his face that this wasn't easy for him. She had to just understand. There was nothing else to it. She had to see past what she wanted to see. To see the Wes that everybody else saw. It would be easier for her. She just needed to forget everything else. And he was ignorant enough where this shit was concerned to think that it was possible.
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And with a sad heart I say bye to you and wave
Kicking shadows on the street for every mistake that I had made
And like a baby boy I never was a man
Until I saw you crying and I held your face in my hands
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I don't know what it is
But it seems she got me twisted
I'm losin' control
This girl's got a hold on me
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He cracked a smile at her, "I can't wait either. It'll be a night we won't forget." He said with this twinkle in his eye. Hell if all goes as plan he hoped tonight would be the night that he actually got into those panties of Bethany Armstrong. He's been at it for some time now. He never paid as much attention to a female like he did with her. If he kept this up for a long period of time then people might start thinking they were actually dating. Hey that wouldn't be a bad thing though. That way the guys would know not to screw her, well not when he had her on his mind. |
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Oh god and if Mr. Covington was the toy then Derek Forseman was like the whole damn value meal! She still had images of that afternoon at his house running through her head and drool, did it like give her the best tingle or what! She still wondered what it might have been like if she hadn't said no to what he wanted her to do. It was tempting, my god! It was tempting. Beth Armstrong say no to the one thing she had wanted forever! It was like she had this little Derek on one shoulder telling her to give in but then this little Lara on the other telling her not to be a Sloan. What's a girl to do in a situation like that? She knew one thing though, if she were to be in that situation again, well she didn't know how easy it would be to listen to the little Lara... |
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Naturally i'm worried if i do it alone
Who really cares cuz it's your life
You never know, it could be great
Take a chance cuz you might grow
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When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eyes
You're just like an angel
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Damon balled the letter up in his hand, looking out toward the entrance of the school like Marissa was going to just walk through the door. . Did she like seeing him angry? Did she like getting a taste of what he had to tell her? He looked down at the paper again, before pushing himself off his locker, going in the direction of her locker. When he saw her standing there, he moved forward, slamming her locker shut, spinning her around so that she was facing him as he stared down at her, "Is this some kind of fucking joke?" he asked almost demanded as he held the letter up in front of her, "Do you think I suppose to believe this crap you wrote me?" he asked, totally forgetting that one of his hands had a grip on her arm as he revealed just how angry he was with her. |
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She reached up with her free hand grabbing the letter from him and shaking it in front of him now. "this…this is the truth Damon!" she said as her voice started to fill with anger. How could he think she would lie about this? "all I asked is that you believe me! Why can't you just do that?" she asked her voice raspy because damn't she had a lot of emotion on those pages and he just thought it was crap? She stared up to him, gripping the letter tighter. "damn't Damon…do you think I'm some kind of monster…some sick monster?" she asked. Her eyes hurt and sad now, how could he be like this. How could she have hurt him this badly? It killed her to think that he was this way because of her.. |
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Im all out of faith, this is how I feel
Im cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed into something real
Im wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
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Why cant I get just one kiss
Why cant I get just one kiss
Believe me thered be some things that I wouldnt miss
But I look at your pants and I need I need a kiss |
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He licked his lips as he smiled, "Nah, the skanks wasn't biting so I thought I'll fish out a little deeper." He said, still chuckling softly finding everything she say funny. He shifted his gaze to her as he rocked his legs back and forth underneath the table, "Something'll bite at my pole soon enough. I should probably stop being so picky and tossing them back out into the ocean, huh?." He asked as he laughed a twinkle in his blue eyes as he winked at her. He knew she wasn't enjoying his company and that's what made him stay here. He needed something to pass the time and well she seemed to be the perfect catch. |
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"Oh I don't know... If you fish any deeper you might just catch crabs." She said bluntly, the hint of a triumphant smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. His presence was far from welcome but Thad didn't seem to be the type to get the hint. He lived in a world that revolved around himself and when a comet (namely Brodie) came shooting through, upsetting the balance of things, Thad's way, was to pretend it was always meant to be like that and carry on being the centre of his own universe. |
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We all take risks, we all fall hard
But you, you went too far
And I'm too plush for your pathetic digs
And you're the only one you'll scar
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