Saving Olivia

ted it from her end stand in the living room.

ed as he wrapped the scarf around his n

e stared guiltily at the floor. "I just don't want

e was wise enough to keep that comment unspoken. Instead, he turned his eyes back to the woman child before him. She still

y glancing up to look at Mason. "It'

your place for dinner tomorrow night

as she took several steps for

I know wher

tonight." She groaned as she ran her fingers roughly through her hair

! That's y

N

? Who is she then? Your probation officer?" Mason was not expecting t

ged forward pushing with all her

kitten." Mason said

call me

on the floor. "Sorry, sugar. Until you give me your name I'll just keep calling you kitten." Chuckling to himself, he

ation, and confusion. Did any of that really happen? He was so annoying.

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ow Lydia and I will have been together for five years. Those were the best years of my life. Even though I no longer live with Lydia we are still

closet I searched through the clothes until I found the right coat. Sure enough, the baking powder was there. Which means.... I reached into the other pocket withdrawing a small bottle of imitation vanilla. Perfect. Now I can bake. Carrying my ingredients back into the kitchen I retrieved a glass mixing bo

quilt and snuggle down into the mattress. My eyes drifted shut but my mind continued to linger on the brown eyed boy who was determined to insert himself int

bee

. It's easier to push the snooze button from here. I slapped my hand on the side table until I hit

fold up my bed, changing it back into my couch. I hurry into the closet and roll out my tv stand. It's just a tv/DVD combo. Nothing special but it works well. Plu

and smile at the beautiful result. This cake will be great! I frosted the bottom layer then carefully pick up the second layer and set it on t

people walk into you

o find myself face to face with

ivi

How in the world di

on my way up. Ahh, you made a ca

rom him. He looks like he wants to eat it. I can't believe he actually came back

start over. I wa

ng around. This is it. He'll soon tell me

unique. And I

round to look at him, I wanted to know what facial expressions he was making. How would I k

eemed forced though. "Will you let me hang out today? I'm not

the guy fascinated me in an odd messed up sort of way. He seemed like the type who would be wildly popular with guys and girls alike and yet here he is wanting to hang out wit

m some sort of a fruitcake. I finished the cake and then walked into the living room. Letting him stay may have been a big mistake. Or m

a deep brown, warm and appealing. His hair bordered a dark blonde- light brown line. It seemed to have a mind of its own as it flopped whichever way and he seemed to make no effo

uys would like his personalit

he side table and opened the drawer. Mason looked up at

d to think. "What m

hick-f

watching." I grinned and I pul

like that. That's why I lied." He ruffled my ha

it. Does that mean he likes chick-flicks? H

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