Poetry, and quotes. I will most definitely ramble so... Good luck surviving without me giving you a lecture. Yeah.. I'm pretty much like that lecture mom and not like a soccer mom. Of course I'm not even married but still. Anyways hope you like!!
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Picture of Mason from 16.
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Picture of Stella from 16.
____________________________________ A/N. Attention! This part is of a moment Stella and Mason didn't confess they're love. This is going to cure, yet supr chest sooo. Lol bye!!!!!!
____________________________________ "Mason!?" I shouted to him, I was sitting on my couch and Mason was on bed, sprawled out on my mattress. Rolling my eyes at his cuteness, he finally answered me. "Yes?" He said, groggily, still half asleep. "What's your favorite color?" I questioned him, unaware of what he might say. "Green." He says, without hesitation. "Huh." I say "–weird. But ok." I say while shrugging. "—Like a soft green meadow, light and warm." He says, I turn to him and see him smiling, looking if in the distance as if remembering something. He looks at me, "what's yours?" He says while he creases his eyebrows. "Gray. Like an inviting grayish cloud. –from a storm I guess." I smile, and he does too. "Huh." He copies. "Weird. But ok." He mimics. I roll my eyes and stick out my tongue playfully. "Stupid." I mutter, but the smile on my face is still they're.
____________________________________ Ok these two make me feel so loved. (Sarcasm intended) So cute tho, right? I wish I could still like my old crush. He was a true keeper. Seriously though. Thos dimples though! Well I'll see you next time!!!!! BYE!!!!!!!!!!!!
