“Hay” Byron said. “Hi”I said “um….can I talk to you? This is sort of important.” I waited for his answer. It seemed like forever. “Sure. What do you want to talk about?” I didn’t know how to start. “Your sister. She’s being quite childish about this I mean she’s 15 I know I acted like a 5-year old when it doesn’t get what it wants. But this is just….well dumb-” he cut me off. “How is she being childish?!” he was very furious he looked like would explode. “Well… she only lets you talk to me when she’s not here. We have to hide the notes from her. And… wait I don’t want to start a fight with you too.” I looked at his face and he knew I was right the years I’ve known him we never liked to fight with me unless it was playful. I needed to say something that was going to be vary painful for him and me both. “Byron I hate to say this but…. Goodbye… forever and-” I didn’t say anything else cause I was distracted he was holding my face in both his hands. I was vary confused he never I mean never did this. Then he said “Priscilla I’m in love with you. We’re like near the same the age im 17 your 16. Do you love me?” I could not speak at all I guess I couldn’t find my voice. Then a boy said “yo Byron my mom let stay till nine come on lets play basket ball!” I turned to see who it was a boy with angelic feathers and cargo shorts with an oil smeared shirt. He stopped when he saw me. “Now I know why he likes you.” he said. The boy noticed how confused I looked and said “my name is Riley Shay.” I was about to say my name when Byron said like he hated he came now. “Her name is Priscilla Martinez” I went shake his hand but Byron wouldn’t let me he held me wrists vary tight it hurt I got mad and said “LET ME GO BYRON!” he did what I said. That was the first time I yelled at him. I went to shake his hand. Then Byron turned me around and kissed me I tried every thing to get him nothing worked. When he finally stopped I hated him more then I did when I first met him. “Why did you do that?!” I asked. “Cause you said you might leave forever. And I like you more then any girlfriend I’ve ever had. Besides you kissed me back so you liked kissing Me.” he said the wrong thing. Then Joe said “so you’re dating him?” he sounded so sad. It was good thing I wasn’t dating Byron. I said my answer before Byron could say yes “ew! No. and Byron I was trying to get you off me!” I looked at Joe he had a smile Byron looked like he would kill him. “So I could have a chance with you?” I started laughing and said “of course. Now let me go Byron!” he must want to fight because he said “no!” I yelled again “BYRON LET ME GO!” he let me go. I had fun with Joe then when Byron got over it I had fun with both of them. Then Joe had to leave but he promised he’d be back tomorrow. Then when he was out of sight Byron said “cilla why were you flirting with him?” he sounded mad. “What I was not flirting with him” “hate to say it but you flirting with my friend.” I blushed. He laughed. He was about to go in side till I said “I love you but I don’t love you. You’re like a big brother to me I will all ways love you that way.” He looked disappointed “don’t you think you’ll ever be with me like in a relationship?” I looked at him with amazement. “You’re impossible to discourage and I honestly don’t know.” I gave him a kiss on the cheek and said “good night see you tomorrow” he under stood he gave me a hug said “night and remember I love you”. that night I had a peaceful and disturbing dream I was in a house near the beach I saw kids that looked like me and Joe mixed together they were adorable I held out my hand to pick them up when I saw my arm it had a long scar that looked like I would never disappear like a knife had cut me it twisted around my arm then Joe walked in and looked at my arm and my face his face twisted with pain I picked up one of the kids Joe picked up the other all he said before I woke up all he said was “I am so sorry and I truly love you more then anything in the world”. I called my friend jezebel immediately this was important she said “duh that means you love him no let me sleep toddles” “bye” “oh right call me later” she hung up. I was surprised she wanted to sleep it was nine fifty-three. The door bell rang “who is it?” I yelled. “Um…joe.” no not now I’m not even dressed cute yet. I did the dumb thing open the door in my pajamas. “You look cute. Can I come in?” I blushed. “Really? and sure come in you can turn on the TV while I get dressed” he smiled “I like that your in pajamas it is vary cute and Byron got sick and my mom picks me up at two we have close to the whole day alone or are your parents home?” I smiled “no they’re not home and my twin sisters sunk their boyfriends in so they’ll be in there rooms till lunch so. Ok” we turned on the TV but didn’t pay any atteion to because we talked about everything in our families and our lifes. “Um…Priscilla do you want to be my girlfriend?” I felt my cheeks get hot and he chuckled at my blush. “Yes” I said. He kissed me on the cheeks and said “thank you” I kissed him on the cheek too. We talked more then my sisters came down from the stairs. “Priscilla who’s this?” said Megan. “My boyfriend” I said “you can’t have people here when mom and dad aren’t here” said Renée. “Renée and Megan you think I don’t know about you two and your boyfriends in your bedrooms” they got mad and yelled “shut up!” at the same time. I couldn’t help but giggle. We got up after my sisters left “what do you want to eat?” he thought about it for a while. “What do you have?” “I don’t know.” so we looked in the fridge and freezer. “Take out?” I asked. “Ok” we ate Chinese food. Then the doorbell rang “is that your mom?” I asked. “Yea sorry see you tomorrow.” he gave me a kiss on the cheek and went to the front door. When he left the doorbell rang again “who is it?” no one answered. I unlocked the door it was Byron. “Yes?” he looked weird. “I love you! Why don’t you love me?” I blinked confused by his question. “I don’t know. Like I said I do love you in a big brother way.” he looked at the road and back at me. “Can I come in?” I thought about it. “Ok.” this was quite wired. “listen I know you don’t love me but do you love that guy you meet just yesterday or me the guy you’ve known since you were five?” he waited for my answer. “I think I know but I don’t know at the same time.” he was confused. I forgot he’s not the smartest junior in the world. “I mean I think I love you like that but at the same time I think I don’t know.” he looked a bit happier. “Ok I kind of understand I think” I changed my tone to teasing fast. “Well don’t think about it to much I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.” he laughed. Just then his sister burst thru the doors and tackled me. I was thankful we had a carpet. I dogged all her punches. Then she finally got off me. “Stay away from my brother!” she yelled. Thankfully my sisters knew what was going on so did there boyfriends.
I don't talk about this on a sheet
I want to everybody see
What you do of me
I'm become a princess
with a knight who not fearless
I want to watch a cloudless sky
because my heart and my eyes cry
Chorus
It is what I want
It is what I need
And never other thing
that the love which I want
The only thing I know
It's I'm better when you are
Near to me, did you know?
And I want that you are
Chorus
It's like
I have a knife in my back
It's like
I don't can stay in the black
Without what I want
Without what I need
Chorus x3
You're all I want
I'll be what you need
And ever other thing
If it's what you want
People say flowers are beautiful.
They're beautiful, that's true.
They also provide oxygen for us.
People say weeds are ugly.
They apparently have no value,
Nor do they deserve to live.
I'm not talking weeds that grow in the garden.
I'm talking about wild plants.
Well, weeds are flowers, too.
Just give them a chance.
Once you get to know them, they're amazing.
They can be just as pretty as flowers.
I may not be an orchid or a sunflower.
I may not be a rose or an iris.
I'm more of a dandelion.
I may be a weed, but I'm not so bad.
Give me half a chance. I'm pretty neat.
So, weeds are flowers, too.
Get to know them. They're pretty great.
They're beautiful, that's true.
They also provide oxygen for us.
People say weeds are ugly.
They apparently have no value,
Nor do they deserve to live.
I'm not talking weeds that grow in the garden.
I'm talking about wild plants.
Well, weeds are flowers, too.
Just give them a chance.
Once you get to know them, they're amazing.
They can be just as pretty as flowers.
I may not be an orchid or a sunflower.
I may not be a rose or an iris.
I'm more of a dandelion.
I may be a weed, but I'm not so bad.
Give me half a chance. I'm pretty neat.
So, weeds are flowers, too.
Get to know them. They're pretty great.
I will remember you always.
Will you remember me?
That is a question for you to answer,
And not me.
I promise
That I will always
Keep the flame of memory alive.
The fun that we had will never
Be forgotten.
Even on foggy evenings,
The darkest of nights,
You will always be in my heart.
For I know that you will help me
Keep the flame of memory blazing
Always.
All the good times that we had,
All the fun that we had,
All the tears that we let out,
All the anger we let out
Will never be wasted.
Because every minute of it
Is in my heart.
I will tend to the fire
Every night,
Recollecting all the memories we have
Knowing that the flame of memory
Is the brightest flame of all
And it will blaze on.
Will you remember me?
That is a question for you to answer,
And not me.
I promise
That I will always
Keep the flame of memory alive.
The fun that we had will never
Be forgotten.
Even on foggy evenings,
The darkest of nights,
You will always be in my heart.
For I know that you will help me
Keep the flame of memory blazing
Always.
All the good times that we had,
All the fun that we had,
All the tears that we let out,
All the anger we let out
Will never be wasted.
Because every minute of it
Is in my heart.
I will tend to the fire
Every night,
Recollecting all the memories we have
Knowing that the flame of memory
Is the brightest flame of all
And it will blaze on.