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Sarah and Andrew
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Nov 13, 2014 02:12PM
She kissed him back lovingly.
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He put his arms around her waist
She put her arms around her neck.
He reached into his swearshirt pocket and hit a button on his phone, playing soft music.
She blushed lightly and smiled against his lips.
He swayed to the music, singing softly to her.
She looked up at him, her eyes twinkling. "I love your voice..."
He kissed her cheek. "Thank you."
She rubbed his back to the beat, humming along.
After the Somg finished he swept her up into his arms. "You're my princess." He told her, kissing her forehead.
She blushed brightly and giggled. "You're my knight in shining armour."
He laughed, holding her tightly. "I'll never let anything happen to you."
She kissed his ear. "I love you so much," she whispered.
"I love you too, Anna." He said smiling.
(Skip to rachel and dylan? And maybe anna and michael go to a party and a fught breaks out?)
She looked up at him. "You have band practice tonight!"
She smiled softly. "Could i come? I havent been in a while."
He nodded. "Of course… but are you sure you want to?"
She nodded. "i... I think im up for it. Just let me change."
He smiled. "You're all ready?" He asked, taking his keys out of his pocket.
She nodded, walking over to him.
He put an arm around her. "Let's go."
She walked with them to the car, then they drove towards the abandoned warehouse.
As he drove he put his hand over hers and hummed a song.
He squeezed her hand as he pulled into the parking lot
She stepped out with a s,ile.
He put his arm around her waist and led her in
She followed with a soft smile.
...
(Hey do you wanna do a 1x1 in pm while we do this?
Rachel was sitting in the corner with Dylan, sipping water.
(Hey do you wanna do a 1x1 in pm while we do this?
Rachel was sitting in the corner with Dylan, sipping water.
((Sounds good. You have an idea?))
Dylan glanced over at Rachel, putting his arm around her. "You feeling okay?"
Dylan glanced over at Rachel, putting his arm around her. "You feeling okay?"
She sighed shakily. "Just... This whole baby thing... I mean... What if she turns out like me?"
Anna was going to the table to get water.
He shook his head. "If she turns out like you that would be the best thing ever. You're a great girl. Why would you think otherwise?"
Micheal was tuning his guitar by his bandmates, all except for Dylan.
She buried her face in his chest. "Im a whore who was stupid enough not to use protection and whos gonna pull a great guy like you down for the rest of this babys life."
Anna tried to stay to the side. She still got attention from everyone else for being dylans suster and "pure."
Dylan wrapped his arms around her. "No, Rachel, it's not like that. You're not a whore, and you're not pulling me down. We both made some pretty bad decisions, but everyone makes mistakes. You're beautiful, Rachel, inside and out " he hugged her tightly, sad that she would think such bad things about herself. Technically, it was his own fault for getting drunk enough to forget about protection, and he didn't want her to think otherwise.
Rachel hugged onto him tightly, sniffling and sobbing. She couldnt think straight. She already hated herself. And the pregnancy hormones made it worse.
Micheal shot glares at any guys who even looked at Anna, she was his and he wasn't letting anyone change that.
Dylan hugged her tight, "it's gonna be okay, Rachel, I promise. If the baby turns out to be like you, then I'll be so happy." He said awkwardly. He wished he had skills like his dad, who could make anyone feel better.
Dylan hugged her tight, "it's gonna be okay, Rachel, I promise. If the baby turns out to be like you, then I'll be so happy." He said awkwardly. He wished he had skills like his dad, who could make anyone feel better.
Rachel kissed his cheek. "I love you, dylan..."
Anna blushed lightly at micheal, then pales when she feels hot breath against her neck.
Anna blushed lightly at micheal, then pales when she feels hot breath against her neck.
