• It would take everything in me to suck the bullet from his chest. He shrieked as the bullet sank in and gave him more pain than ever thought possible....or so I thought. I squinted my eyes and peered at his blood stained shirt. I ripped it off abruptly and he stared as I leaned down. I ended up with the bullet in my mouth. I spit it out beside him. "I owe you one." he whispered. I snickered. "You're damn right you do!"

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    That was about a year ago and I'm guessing he was giving me what he owned to me for all this time, now. We were at a party with all sorts of teenagers. I was 17 and he was 18. We were sitting on a couch staring to each others eyes. He leaned closer and closer every long second. I almost couldn't wait for this special moment. Right then we were interrupted by this dude I knew and he was a nice guy and all, but Eric didn't like him one bit. He always told me "I don't like the look of that guy" but I ignored him. "This dude" was Harry. Everyone told me he had a huge crush on me or he loved me. I always kinda liked him but Eric was in the way of everything me and Harry had. "Hey Emerie." Harry said. "Eric? Could I take your spot for a moment?" Harry's voice was so gentle, so smooth, like I could take a dive right in and he would cool me down. Eric stepped aside, then walked to his buddy, Ren. Harry sat down right beside me, his legs almost against mine. "Your hair looks beautiful..." Harry was stunned. "Thanks. I just-" He stopped me mid sentence and kissed me forcefully. Everyone around us got quiet and the whispering began.