Just as Trevor poured milk into a bowl of Frosted Flakes, a horn sounded from outside. Trevor cursed and began to shovel spoonfuls of cereal into his mouth, not his most attractive moment. Milk spilled on the counter and trailed down his chin, bite after bite. Another honk outside.
Finished...
Well, in my above mentioned example, rich people tend to shy away from those from poor orgins. So if two people from two separate "worlds" (i.e. Upstate and the slums) that would be considered forbidden love as their parents/peer group wouldn't approve.
Hello all!
I've taken a recent hiatus due to my busy schedule, however because of how busy I often am, I feel like I don't have much time to work on my writing. So I'd like to pick up a few RPs. I am going to be as active as possible, the least I'd reply is once a day and at the most.. much...
"Dangerous?" Chase said, shaking his head. "No. It's great fun actually." Since there wasn't anything better for him to show Nettle and none of her desires he could fulfill, skateboarding was the next best thing. "I'll show you." Chase beckoned to her as he headed toward the door.
Disappointed at Nettle's recoil, Chase watched her carefully, his brow furrowing. He listened to her speak and once she finished, there was only one of those wishes that he could give her at that moment. Determined, he stepped closer to her, looking down at her, then stopped. No. She wasn't...
Chase tossed his head. "Somewhere you've never been, silly." Wasn't that obvious? "You have to experience life and stop sitting here waiting for something to happen." Sure the town is foreign to him and he'd never been out to see what it had to offer but there had to be something. "Isn't there...
Chase was about to apologize for having asked about her drawings, for having wanted to see them. Of course they were something important to her and he shouldn't have invaded that privacy. But instead, he set the book on the bed beside him, carefully. He stood, reaching to take Nettle's small...
Brandon nodded at Alice and led the way to the door on the opposite of the kitchen. There it attached to the garage and the outside refrigerator where all the big, excess food is stored. Mom popped the trunk and Brandon grabbed a few bags from it's depths before making his way back inside. There...
Chase reached out and took the book from Nettle. Eager, he lifted the cover to reveal the first sketch. He had to say he was impressed. For a few moments, all that could be heard was the turning of pages and Chase's palm running down the paper. Then he stopped at one drawing in particular. "What...
Chase squinted his eyes in distaste. "Books?" Nettle definitely looked like the book type, especially with how young she was. It was probably easier for children to get lost in books. It was as if her words hadn't yet registered in his mind for a moment later he perked up. "Your sketch book...
Brandon laughed once, short and loud. "Likewise." He held himself up by his elbows, rubbing his hands together. The way she inched closer to him reminded him of some of the girls at school; the ones who are so eager for attention and practically throw themselves at the nearest available guy...