Authors Note- Hello, readers! Shep here, quick note: me and a new fabulous author Adam are going to make a story together! Basically I'll write a chapter, he'll write a chapter and so on. Sound good? Allison's P.O.V "I love you." Jordan simply but sweetly said. He smiled pleasantly, his head bobbing. "Oh you do, do you?" I humorously spoke back, leaning closer to his face. My eyes showed sarcasm. "Yes, and proudly. I love you, and only you, Allison Miles." "Well, Mr. Jordan, I think I love you more." I smiled. "I doubt it." I made a fake sad face, "Why?" "Because you suck. Just kidding, you know I love you Awey-poo." He kissed me. "I think it's about time maybe we leave this janitor's closet and go to gym?" I smiled again sarcastically and leaned towards the door, fumbling my hand around the door knob. "I think you're right." He embarrassedly looked down at his feet as we quickly walked out. I slightly laughed at him, making him blush. "Cya!" I made a quick whip of myself out the door, passing children. I made my way to my extra curricular writing class. The white and black checkered style marble floors shined from the janitors recent work. The hallways smelt of summer. Summer as in grass and flowers and things that make you feel good inside. I twirled as I neared my classroom. A few boys laughed at me. Boys I knew from sixth grade. Donny, the joker. James, the sweetie. Ezio, the musician. Michael, the cutie. Tariq, the caring nerd. I waved pathetically, sticking my tongue out. They laughed again. I pushed the heavy classroom door, entering my class. Late by 6 minutes. I eyed the classroom. "Readers love to hear intense and heart felt words when they are reading. When writing a romance, quick phrases like 'she blush furiously' or 'her heart beater like a quick stomp' are what readers hunger for." Ms. Sampson went on. "Gee, Ms., I didn't think you could actually blush furiously." I quickly laughed and took a seat. As I settled in my seat, I furrowed my eyebrows at the boy in front of my. I leaned closer in. He looked awfully familiar...
Hey guys, here's my chapter for my fabulous friend and author. *Ezio's P.O.V.* Sitting, looking around the room, noticing girls always staring at me. I knew why too, I recently broke up with girlfriend. Girls always liked me because of my musical skills. I was a singer, and a guitar player. I had a band, that counted for something... I'm Ezio, I guess my parents felt I needed an interesting name. I'm 6', well built, I always worked out to get off stress, until I found my talent for music. I love it. But, I still work out when the stress gets to bad. "Hey!" the teacher yelled at me, "Wake up!" I always zoned out, always thinking about people and why they're the way they are. Like Allison, over there with her boyfriend, thinking we all didn't know they snuck into the janitors closet to be alone. "Hey Ezio." Of course, Sarah. She won't leave me alone, and I hate it. "I heard you booked a gig at the local cafe next week. I just wanted you to know I am coming." she said with a flirtatious smile. Does anyone ever want to ever talk to me about something besides music? You know, get to know me? I wonder... Tell me if you like. ^.^
Adam, your a friggin' terrific writer. Like no joke. I really love your first story, that your writing alone. It's terrific. I like how you update soo often.
Thanks, that means a lot. I update often because I don't like to disappoint. Thanks for the support! I plan to write a lot more material.
Thanks so much..... My 2 stories were horrible Sydney! That's why I gave up! The first one I made disgustingly sexual and the other one was just blah.. This one will succeed!