AmericaTheAwesome

"Gilbert's in position. We have a fe minutes before he starts the music up." I whispered while peeking around the end of the alley just to make sure for the third time in the past few minutes that none of the local police were hanging around the large plaza laid out in tan cobblestones before me. "Mmhmm" Antonio purred behind me. He turned my face toward his in an attempt to steal a kiss which I promptly refused. But that damn Spaniard was persistent and again turned my face back to his for a second attempt. I tried to sternly whisper a 'Not right now Antonio' but it came out like a bad lie laced with quiet laughter. My adrenaline was alre

It was dark. But, the darkness was the only thing giving Ireland the slightest bit of security. He didn't know why it did; someone could easily turn on the lights and open the door, and catch him. But who would? What were the chances? Who would know? He was trying to calm himself, but thinking about his action; which he knew they were punishable; it made his feel even more nervous. He cleared the troublesome thoughts aside. He shuffled around, his bright green eyes useless in the pitch black. Everything he felt was recognizable. The old chests and boxes, caked in dust, books scattered told him he was near the old rotting bookcase in the

You run into your homeroom, ignoring the disapproving stare of your teacher and mutter your name before sitting down. She marks you tardy, you can tell because you can see the little red "T" even from the desk you chose in the back of the room. You look down, letting your hair fall over your face and peek out through it to see who you'll be sharing a homeroom with. You can see the kid with the mask from the bus, and the gir....guy as well. Those two girls who were with that brown-haired guy are there too, and your heart speeds up as you look around for him. Nope. Nowhere in sight. You sigh defeatedly and slump in your chair, at least unt

"I can't believe you guys talked me into this," you complained dully as the four stood in line for the fastest rollercoaster in the state. The Three Stooges had decided to skip the fair and drive an hour and a half to the only amusement park within a two hundred mile radius. And since they hadn't thought it through, the lines were absolutely ridiculous. It was Saturday. In an amusement park. They may be good friends, but they weren't the brightest tools in the shed, if you catch my drift. But even though you didn't want to be there, you at least had to be thankful it was a nice day. Sunny skies, a pleasant 75 degrees, with a slight breeze. I