He didn't see her until he had already pulled his rumbling car into the drive infront of the house - and by then it was too late to sneak away because she could have heard his car from down the street. He inhaled a sharp breath as he lingered in his seat and watched her struggling for a long moment, but then his senses got the better of him and he rushed into action. Beer in one arm, he shoved his keys into the pocket of his black zip-up hoodie as he approached her, and then gently took away from her the books that were making it difficult for her to open the door. He didn't know what to say to her - he never wanted to hurt her of course, but these feelings were foreign to him, unlike anything else he had ever experienced. As a result, the single word that escaped his lips was a mumble - not a rude one, but an unsure one. "Hey.." -- Realistic Dreams : The Present : The New Home V.2

[ Show ]

Support VoyForums

[ Shrink ]

VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.

Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.) PayPal Acct: Feedback:

Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):