Charlotte Ava Danielle. She was very complicated, and complex. Her passion was reading, and the occasional short romance novel, thought up by herself, and typed by herself, and posted on Youtube. Her imagination was vivid, due to the amount of books she's read in her fifteen years, of being earth bound. She loved being cooped up in a room, with see-through windows, and rain pouring, with her nose stuck in a romance novel, and coffee on the table, with steam arising from inside the liquid. She lifted the cup to her dry lips, as she took a small sip, aware of the tongue burning temapture the coffee was. The coffee warmed her throat, as she turned the page, continuing the passionate kiss the couple shared, in her book. Her heart began to flutter, and a lump began to develope in her throat as the two started shedding their clothing. Suddenly her attentioned was pried from her book, when her phone began to vibrate, saying someone was calling. "Great," she huffed, sliding her purple book mark into the margin of the pages, and shut the book. She picked her phone up, and pressed 'talk', holding the phone to her ear. "Hello?" she said, with an easily heard annoyed tone in her voice.
"Hey babe," her boyfriend on the other end replied. "Wanna go to dinner tonight?" Charlotte tapped her foot, debating on which she wanted most. Read, or see her boyfriend. "Sorry handsome, I can't. I have to finish reading 'Time and Again' by Nora Roberts." she explained to him, staring at the cover of the book, dying to hang up and continue. "Babe, you've gotta be kidding me. I haven't saw you for two weeks." Charlotte sighed, when she nodded her head, not neccasarily agreeing to go with him. "Look. I promise I'll see you tomorrow. I can't go somewhere, when I'm in the middle of reading, you know that!" Charlotte reminded him, picking up her coffee cup, taking another sip, then sat it down carefully. She awaited her boyfriends answer, after hearing him sigh dreadfully. "Tomorrow's too long," he said. "Not for me. You're gonna have to wait." Before he could say anything, she got another few words in. "Look, this book is calling my name. I gotta go. I'll see you tomorrow, okay? Bye!" she closed her phone, the conversation between her boyfriend and herself had ended, but the romance between the two in the book, hadn't. Even though she loves romance novels, she isn't interested in having her own romance story. She plopped down in her recliner, like a raindrop falling from the sky, into an old water puddle. She opened the book, and removed her book mark, continuing where she'd left off. "Here it is," she commented, reading each and every word, recognizing every coma, every letter, every sinotation, every parenthese, and every dot on the I's and crosses on the T's. In the middle of reading about the pizza parlor, she heard a light peck on her glass window. Her bedroom's walls were like Edward Cullen's at his house, pretty much all glass, except for the door, near her bed. She stood up, marking her place, and approaching the door, with the book in the nick of her arm. She saw Noah, her boyfriend, standing there with a smug grin plastered on his lips. "What're you doing here?" she demanded to know, skimming her fingers across the closed books' back. "Well, I thought it was obvious. I came to make our own romance novel," Noah proclaimed, taking the well grasped book from her arm, and sat it ontop of her T.V. "Noah, I-I don't know," she stuttered, beginning to get lost in his blue eyes, imagining what it'd be like to run her fingers through his black, shaggy mess that was hair, grown to look like it'd flip perfectly. "Come on. Mrs.Romance Novels." Noah's voice didn't shake, it was solid, like his chest. He reached his hand up, freeing her hair from it's plastic hair clip. Her black, slightly curly hair fell aginst her shoulders, with a slight bounce in them. "Come on. You look like you're out of a magazine, let alone, a romance novel," spilled Noah, pressing his lips aginst her forehead, due to the reasoning, he was taller than Charlotte. Her cheeks flushed a light red, as her romance instincts took over her ability to move, and reached her hand up, traveling her fingers through his shaggy, shiny black hair. He closed his eyes, for it felt like an massage. "You're pretty good at that," Noah commented, grasping his hands on both sides of her flanel, plaid over shirt, tugging her towards his chest, that smelled like chocolate sensations, from AXE cologne. "Oh my," she murmered. "What?" he pondered, lifting her chin, so he could daze into her what seemed like, painted hazel eyes. "I've never been this close to you," Charlotte reminded him, as he lifted her from the ground. She realised, she was no longer earth bound, or dying to finish her romance novel. But start hers. Noah and Charlotte's lips moved in sync, just like they did in books. Her romance novel, became reality, rather than words written in black and white.
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After All These Years. ll One Shot.by JeannieFangirl171 views
Awesome
angelicastar08 7 months ago
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koolkatz44 7 months ago
Forget My Last COmment ILoveThis
DamShesFlawless 7 months ago
Aw loved it great job ! X
foreverarose13 7 months ago
Reupload...cool:) i love this one anyways soo<3
123tatirox 7 months ago
Ooh re-uploaded! I still think it's great!
iluvjb5678 7 months ago
Re-upload? Either way it was:
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jocy921133 7 months ago
cute! :)
rayray2451 7 months ago