I hope you guys know there's going to be a third book...and when I do a time skip, I'm doing it my way lol, I have plans for this book and the next one, and it has to be done right. With that said, I decided I will do a timeskip in a couple of chapters
Also, the new cover is by @rileytheripple It's great, right? <3
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Chapter Twelve: Lock The Door
I shift my body against Danny's and put another stroke of the green colored pencil.
"And I want palm trees." I murmur. "But can palm trees live through snow?"
"I'm not sure." Danny murmurs. "And how do we know we're living somewhere with snow?"
"We just are, I think." I shrug.
"Well I want a double porch in the front and back." He says. "And a wooden door, you know? But white."
"With windows on the sides." I murmur. "I agree."
"Great." He whispers.
It's been about a week since my mental breakdown, and I haven't spoken to my Dad since. Aunt Isabelle and Uncle Logan are back, and after a lot of talk, we all decided Danny and I get the guest room because we need privacy more than Caleb and Beatrice, so they have a pullout couch in the basement.
Danny and I tried to switch with them because it feels wrong, but they were insistent.
The hurricane ripped through Florida and turned into a tropical storm in Georgia. I guess the Florida Keys and Miami got most of the damage aside from Cuba and Puerto Rico. There's millions of people without power, including Miami University.
I definitely don't want to deal with sweaty, horny young adults.
Unless of course, that sweaty horny young adult is Danny.
"You want a staircase going up to the front door?" I ask. "I'm thinking we do that with bricks that aren't exactly red but aren't not red, you know?"
I just hums in agreement. His fingertips are grazing up and down my arm.
"Are you actually listening to anything I'm saying?" I ask.
"Yes." He says. His fingers graze against my neck, gently nudging my hair out of the way.
"What did I just say?" I ask him.
"You said you want to paint the house red." He says. "But not normal red, a really bright red."
"That's literally the exact opposite of what I said." I grumble. I can feel his breath on my neck.
"We have a while to plan the house." He murmurs.
"So?"
"So," he reaches around me to push my sketchbook and colored pencils off the bed.
"Danny!" I exclaim. I can feel something pressing against my back and I know exactly what it is judging by his mood.
"We can finish later." He says. "I mean, finish the picture. We can actually finish though, right now."
I just sigh and bend over to pick up my sketch book and colored pencils.
"You're interrupting the creative process." I say, settling back into his lap.
I feel his head slump against my shoulder and I start drawing again.
After a few seconds, he lifts his head and moves my hair again. I decide to ignore him and work on my drawing, because if I'm in the creative process and I get interrupted, it can be hard for me to get back into it, and I'm not willing to risk it.
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Everything Has Changed: Book Two
Teen FictionTears rush down to my cheeks and splatter on the wood floor of Danny's university apartment. He has an imprint on his face from the creases in his pillow and keeps blinking and rubbing his eyes. I sit on the edge of his bed and his hand rests on my...