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“Hey Cullen wait up.” Said a blond hair boy running out of a yard 2 houses’ down from his also known as Liam.
“I’ve been waiting for you for twenty minutes.” Cullen said in aggravation while crossing his arms over his chest.

“Shut up baka we still have enough time to make it to school if we hurry.” Said Liam as he ran a pale hand through his blonde hair and they began to run….

“See I told you we would make it there is school.” Liam said as he stop running and bent over trying to catch his breath his shirt riding up with the motion.

“You’re…just…lucky…”Cullen said between pants of raged breaths. “Damn aren’t you hot in that long sleeve shirt?”

“Um…no”Liam said while pulling at the hem of his shirt so that the small amount of skin that was showing would be covered.

“What’s up with you lately you are not acting right and it the beginning of September why are you wearing long sleeve shirts. Is every thing o…his words were interrupted boy a girl shouting…
“BOYS”

“s**t its Sara let go.” Liam started to turn and walk away but did get very far before he was pulled into a huge.

“Hahahahahahahahah”

“SHUT UP Cullen... Hi Sara.” Liam said while trying to free him self from the girl. “Why me.”

“Um...Liam.” Cullen said nervously will twisting his finger around each other… ”What are you doing after school do you want to come over.”

“Huh sure… Sara get off of me and go to your on class.” Liam finally managed to push the girl off and she turned and stomped off… “Why does she have to do that every time she sees me?”

“She likes you baka.” Cullen said this with a hint of something you could describe as anger but never showed it.

“Yeah well I don’t like her.”Liam said will pointing to him self and then to were Sara once stood anger apparent on his face. “I wish she would get the damn hint.”

“Liam what’s that on your stomach.” Cullen reached his had out to touch the small purple spot peering out from the bottom of Liam’s shirt.

“It’s nothing.” Liam slapped Cullen’s hand away while pulling his shirt down. “Don’t wore about it”
“Ya but…” His words were cut off be the teacher telling the class to take there seats. Cullen sending worried glances to Liam through out the class while Liam just ignored them. When the bell rang Liam made a rush at putting his things a way. “Liam wait up damn it.” His hand reached out and grabbed the other boys arm only to let go when he saw the look of pain on his face from the touch. “Look what was that on your stomach and why did me grabbing your arm hurt you. Just tell me.”

“I SAID JUST FOR GET IT okay please.” his voice went from rage to pleading his smile slowly returning when he saw the concern on Cullen’s face. “Look im sorry I just don’t want to talk about it so please drop it.”

“Fine but only for now you better tell me what’s been going on all summer Liam.” Cullen grumbled under his breath as they walked to there next class. Are you still going to come over later?”

“Yeah I’ll be there. See you after school jerk.” A smile more pronounced on his face. Cullen couldn’t help but be worried about his friend as they parted ways Liam had been acting strange all summer. At first he stopped taking his shirt off when they would go swimming then even though it was burning hot out Liam started to wear those damn long sleeve shirts just what is he not telling me…..






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mentalcloud
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commentCommented on: Mon Jul 30, 2007 @ 04:12pm
Hey girl, this is pretty good so far. Can't wait to read more. And to think you never used to be into writing.


commentCommented on: Mon Aug 06, 2007 @ 11:05pm
thats pretty good! I like it! its cute, in a very scary way. I hope there isnt angst. eek



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