Candy's tasting sweeter on the moon. I ran faster. "Jillian! No!" I stopped listening to any other sounds. "Please don't leave mommy, daddy and me Jillian!" I kept going. I soon heard cries of a seven year old followed by muffled voices trying to calm it down. The backpack I wore was checkered, it was my Dad's. But he wouldn't notice because he's to busy with LeAnne. "Jillian!" I glanced back to see LeAnne, My mother and my father shouting in the wrong directions for me. I Kept walking. Eventually, as I walked a familiar face caught my eye. Being 14 and having an amazing memory is a huge help. "Jillian?..." the blonde boy spoke timidly, glancing up for a moment before having his attention on me. I looked up from the sidewalk, barely thinking. "Who are you?..." I asked, taking the backpack off and setting it down, walking closer to the boy. His face was bright red from the sun. "I-It's me, Jillian, it's—" Getting water all over us as I squished him in a hug, I could feel his cheeks burn with a blush, not the Sun. "William..." "Jillian...Where are you going?" he asked. "I'm running away." I said sternly, letting go of him. "Jillian, please don't leave me..." "There is no other way!" "Yes there is! You can stay with me, Jill!" I gawked at him. As if Mrs. Lentz would let me live in her house until we can move out. "Really?" I asked, the arm holding the backpack going limp. "Yeah! Mom wouldn't mind because it's you!" "William—" "Jilliaaaan. Please." he said, putting the hose down and shutting off the water. He walked over to me slowly. "I don't want to not see your face again, Jillian..." I began to cry silently, and I made my decision. "Fine, but, William?" "Yes?" he asked, hugging me gently. "Candy's tasting sweeter on the moon."
No duh. Sorry about the italics, it's SIX THIRTY IN THE MORNING, SO DON'T GET ME CRANKIER THAN I ALREADY AM. I know what I'm doing, I just forgot about it. Sorry if I seem rude.
Well that's okay then use some u already know Mordi. I should be able to think of more since I'm now 13.