|Well, my name's Liz! I'm not really all that exciting, tbh.|
Siblingitis The door swings behind Peter, leaving me with his siblings. The look on his face is completely apologetic as he closes it to go and speak with his parents.Siblingitis by Annalyia
I return my gaze to Andrew, Hannah, and Danny. Andrew is leaning back in his recliner, arms crossed and eyes somewhere other than me. Hannah and Danny are sitting on the floor, playing some hand game that ends with Hannah slapping Danny for messing up. Hannah looks at me after she is done glowering at her brother for his lack of skills.
“Why did he leave you here?”
“Because I don’t need to talk to your parents with him.”
“Are you sure?”
First Dates“So Saturday works for you?”First Dates by Annalyia
“You betcha. I’ll see you then!” I hang up my phone and then turn to face Michelle. “So, he, um, wants to go out on Saturday,” I tell her.
The shriek that escapes her lips gives me a headache. “That’s so great, Anna!” she squeals, throwing her arms around me and squeezing. “What are you going to wear? Where are you guys going? Do you think he’ll kiss you?”
I gently ease out of Michelle’s arms and straighten my clothes, which had become disheveled by her hug. “I’m not entirely sure, dear.” It’s not like this is my first date ever – goodness, I’ve been on many a date, but only with th
House Call“So, this is where I live.” Peter drives up to a large house, a house that seems too big for him and the other five members of his family. “I…know what you’re thinking,” he says, catching my appraising look at his house. “But…it’s really not that big.”House Call by Annalyia
“Peter, there are buildings on Olympus that aren’t this big.”
His face flushes bright red as he mumbles, “I know. But don’t say anything, okay? Especially to Adam and Michelle.”
He turns off the car and walks around it to open my door. “Thanks.” He grabs my hand and we walk for a few steps. “Do y
Story????We’re sitting there. That’s all we’re doing, just sitting there. His arm isn’t even around me. His thigh is pressed against mine, and his fingertips dance over my palm, but that is the only contact this boy will allow me. Maybe it’s because the mortals who are acting as my parents aren’t home. Maybe it’s because he’s afraid my father, Zeus, will smite him if he tries to touch me. Or maybe he’s just never sat on a couch with a girl before and watched a movie. Maybe it just comes more natural to me because I’m two thousand years older.Story???? by Annalyia
Maybe he doesn’t know how I’d react to his touch.
I suppose that’s a legitimate concern, seeing as how I could turn him into a toad if I no longer found him satisfactory – the only problem is, I don’t know if I would. He’s a very nice boy, if I do say so myself, even though I don’t know how well I can