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
Anna at the Park“Did you guys really have to drag me out of there like that? I haven’t seen my parents in a while.”Anna at the Park by Annalyia
“Oh, Anna, get over yourself! You’ve got the rest of the weekend to see them,” Michelle retorts.
I shrug. “I suppose so, but it’s still been a little too long since I’ve been able to spend any time with them.”
Peter, who is sitting in the backseat of Michelle’s car with me, throws his arm around my shoulders. “It’ll be alright, Anna. Trust me.” He places a finger under my chin and lifts my eyes to his. “Trust me.” He ruffles my brown curls.
I hunch my shoulders to force Peter to remove his arm. “Fine.”
Michelle glances in the rearview mirror at me. “Geeze, Anna! We’ll bring you home in a little while, okay? We just wanted to spend some time with you that wasn’t constricted by curfews and home
I'm so bad at titles“Hey, Anna!” I pick my head up from my book to see Michelle and Adam running – well, Michelle running with Adam walking behind her – over to the tree I’m sitting beneath. Reaching my spot, Michelle drops her backpack and plops down on the ground next to me, her chest quickly rising and falling as she catches her breath. “Mind if we join you out here for lunch? We’re not interrupting your solitude, are we?”I'm so bad at titles by Annalyia
I laugh, smiling as my best friend unpacks her lunch. “Not at all. In fact, I’m waiting for Peter to show up as we speak,” I reply, searching through the throngs of people for one of the few mortals who means anything to me. “He said he’d meet me out here for lunch, since it’s a nice day and all.” I tilted my head up to look at the sky; blue with just enough clouds to block the sun.
Michelle bats her eyelashes and leans in close before saying,
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