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We Were One Madly
Thinking it through a little further, I decided to wait up the street, instead of at Shelby's house. Shelby didn't actually have a car. Her mom let her use her car the nights they went out and Shelby drove. But she got a ride home with Mrs. Hellman every day from school as she had today because they only had the one car and her mom needed it for work. If Shelby's mom was out of town, then that meant Shelby likely didn't have a car tonight, which meant Mrs. Hellman might be dropping them off.Fortunately, they drove up in Shelby's mom's car. Her mother must've gone out of town with someone else. I revved up my bike and drove into the driveway right behind them, forgetting how loud my bike was. I'd just gotten off my bike and started securing my helmet onto the handlebars when Madeline ran up to me and jumped in my arms.The girls giggled and waved politely as I watched them walk into the house, over Madeline's shoulder. I squeezed Madeline so hard I backed down when she grunted with a
We Were One Please Don't Break My Heart
"Aside from you, I've only ever been kissed by two other guys," she said without hesitation. "Roy Evans was my first kiss ever, two years ago, and then Aster Williams kissed me last year on the haunted hay ride."I squeezed my eyes shut, along with my hands on her waist, willing the visuals away. "You shouldn't have told me that.""Why not?""Because I'll hate them both now. Just like I hate that fucker Shane."When I opened my eyes to look at her, there was a hint of humor in her eyes and a twitch at the corners of her lips. "I'm just saying I have nothing to hide. I'm not asking about all the girls in your past. All I'm asking is who and when was your last, before me?""You don't know her. She's not from Huntsville."That was partially true. America wasn't from Huntsville, and technically, Madeline didn't know her. But America did say she'd frequented and enjoyed her time at the Smoke Wagon. With her living just an hour away, the possibility of her coming into town again was ju
We Were One Mama Asked About Us
I knew Madeline was artistic. We'd spoken about her passion for painting plenty of times. I'd seen some of the photos of her painting early on. She showed me on her phone, including the ones she painted of me. Even when I saw one of the finished pieces in person, as impressed as I was, I imagined it was something that took her days, maybe weeks, to finish. There was so much delicate detail put into them it was hard to imagine her finishing one up in under a day much less in a few hours.Just a week after our first almost breakup, we were out at one of her favorite places by the river. Madeline wanted to bring her easel and painting tools out to the abandoned pier I introduced her to, days ago. I thought we were there so she could demonstrate her skill as it happened. I'd begun to resort to using the shop's delivery van on the days when Shelby couldn't get access to her mom's car. It was either that or not see Madeline that night since her mom would think it too odd that her sister or
We Were One Baby, No. We Can't.
My stomach dropped just as Madeline glanced at me, and to my surprise, now she laughed. "Oh my God, your face got as white as mine.""What did she say?"What the fuck are we doing here? was what I really felt like asking. Why was she still risking this if her mother was onto us?"You knew she was bound to hear the rumors, but I've also told you how much she hates how easily stories get turned into something completely different around town. She was livid when she heard about the stories going around that she'd pulled a shotgun on boys who either me or Maggie had tried sneaking in late at night.""I never heard that one," I said with a frown.I really hadn't. I sure as hell would've asked her about it if I'd heard that version of the stories."Well, of course, it wasn't true, but it was out there, and there've been others about her. Haven't heard any lately, but every now and again, there's a new speculation about who our daddy really is."Now those I had heard, but I didn't comm
We Were One So Close to the Forbidden Fruit
That alone had my knees going weak, and I took advantage of her laughter to pull my finger away. "Even if the thought of your mother lurking around some of these trees with her shotgun didn't scare the shit out of me, your first time will not be on this pier where we'll both end up with splinters in our asses."She laughed some more, easing my nerves because it was really beginning to feel like she might push harder for this. In pure Madeline fashion, she didn't push any further, not verbally anyway.When we'd first arrived and she'd begun to set up her easel, she'd also set up a blanket for us to sit on but mostly for this. So we both knew my concern about splinters in our asses was a bit of a stretch. As I devoured her mouth again and things got heavier, I rolled onto my side, and she started to slide under me. Fuck, what I'd have given to just be able to make love to her already, but it wasn't happening, not here anyway. Only I could feel it in her body, hear it in her panting; he
We Were One My Weakness
At first, I was beyond nervous about the rumors of our relationship having gotten back to Loretta. How could they not? In hindsight, I knew now I'd also been beyond delusional to believe we'd be able to keep what was going on from anyone. The whole town was still abuzz about it.Madeline was now the first thing I thought of when I awoke and the last thing on my mind before I passed out—usually to dream of her. So at this point, I was more worried about her mother putting restrictions on how often we could see each other. I'd since looked further into the whole age-of-consent thing, and my dad was right. Loretta couldn't come after me legally. But technically, Madeline was still a minor, so her mother would still have the right to make our lives hell if she chose to. Though Madeline still insisted I let her handle her mother."Her bark is worse than her bite. Trust me."Only reason I chose to trust Madeline about this was because I had no other choice. It was either that or break thi
We Were One Blast From the Past
It was obvious now I wasn't the only one who lived to see Madeline smile. For as big a hard ass as Loretta could be, she, too, was a pushover when it came to her daughters. Madeline had already told me the story more than once, and even showed me photos of her and Maggie's sweet sixteenth birthday present from their mama. A trip to New York. For a woman from a small town making a modest living working at a feed store, I could only imagine such a trip must've taken years to save up for. But it was Madeline's dream to visit the art galleries of New York, and with Maggie's interest in the culinary world, she was just as excited about visiting some of the world famous restaurants there. So Mama delivered.Now just a few weeks after our bug conversation, Madeline was in heaven driving around in her new convertible Volkswagen. It still made me nervous because, as expected, it had a ton of miles and was not in the best shape. Though its fresh coat of baby blue paint made for a very "cute" Be
We Were One Where's the Fire?
Friday evening Madeline had to work. Nolan had only been back a month, so I decided it'd be a good time to catch up. I took him and Xavier up on their bowling challenge. Madeline's shift at Little Caesars was over at nine. She was picking up Maggie when her shift let out at the Dairy Queen then supposedly hanging out at Shelby's until late. But with Shelby's mom working the night shift, I'd be picking Madeline up there, and she'd hang with me instead.It had been a while since I'd been to the bowling alley, but I figured it was safe. Madeline had never actually said it, but I knew she might not be thrilled about me going out to the lake or river on a weekend evening without her. I sure as hell wouldn't want her out there without me.My time away from the bowling alley showed in the outcome. I came in dead last three straight times. It was getting close to nine, so we wrapped it up and headed out. Just as we were walking out, America and a couple of other girls were getting out of the
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