forum Does anyone want to help me write a story

Started January 11, 2020 by @TrashyBeth_has_broken_her_Finger

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did yall just-write a story?

Caroline turned her head catching sight of Brad she smiled gently

Brad waved at Caroline, and went to his usual seat. He pulled out his laptop, and his text books, and set them on his desk. He opened the laptop, and started typing Away to the story from yesterday.

The class started and everyone returned to thier seat where Caroline's was in front of Brad .

Brad was still typing, waiting to hear his name called to break him from his world of fiction. ’Jeremy ran across the threshold to try and get away from the security guards, but they seemed to be two steps ahead. He kept running, knowing it would only make things worse. Why was he running? He wasn’t sure, but when cops start yelling at you, it seems to be the first reaction.’

Caroline had a straight face as she wrote

' "I love you but I can never be with you were from two different worlds were opposites we can never work' "

" Alright class your assignment for tonight is to write a poem about the person I assign you with" Mrs Evans said. She went through names but Caroline wasn't really listening to her untill she said. "Caroline and Brad" she said

That caught Brad’s attention. “S-sorry? What was that?” He asked hearing both of their names called together.

" you two will be writing a poem about each other Mr Hoax" she said

“O-oh!” He looked at her from behind, already loosing his thoughts to imagination. Why would he write about her? What would he write about her?

" Easy enough" she said truthfully before the bell rang once again Caroline started packing her stuff up her and Brad were the last two people in the class

Brad had his stuff already put away and started to head out, his mind whirled with thoughts. He already hated writing poems, but when you had to write a poem about someone who use to hate you- that was near impossible.

Caroline took off down the hallway past Brad into her office typing away at her poem

Brad watched her run, curious to what she was up to. He followed along behind her, and pushed the door open to the writer’s room.

Caroline didn't notice him and kept talking
"I lend everyone my ear but no one my heart and I sure would like to change that but I don't know where to start"she said starting to make a new poem as she wrote it down in her leather book

“Whatcha doing?” Brad asked sitting across from her. Whatever it was, it rhymed. He watched her carefully, trying to soak in all of her details. Every curve, and every imperfection. She had a look about her, making her seem really, really hot.

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear biting her lip,

“Caroline? Helloooo?” He waved his hand in front of her, trying to get her attention. “Earth to Caroline.”

She blinked " oh uh sorry" she said tying her hair up into a high ponytail exposing her neck

He didn’t know why, but the was increasing her hotness. ’Stop it! Pull yourself together Brad!’ he yelled at himself, trying to push- specific, thoughts out of his head. “S-so whatcha doing?” He asked fidgeting with his sleeve.

" working by God it's hot in here "she said slipping her hoodie off her head she had a blue button-up vest like saying it had no sleeves and she had black shorts on that were ripped at the bottom and stopped at the top of her thighs

’My god she needs to stop.’ He tried to keep himself from saying or doing anything inappropriate. But good gracious she was making this difficult. “Working on what?” He asked quietly avoiding stuttering.

" some poems" she said chewing on the tip of her thumb

“Already? But we were just given the assignment!” He laughed shaking his his head.