The Powers Of Love

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Madeleine Brock didn't believe in love. She'd never felt that magical spark of love at first sight; didn't think it was real actually. Maddy always assumed that love was simply for fairytales or made of Hollywood's special effects. With perfect siblings and a beautiful best friend, she's considered the fact that she's a misfit into the equation but the answer is always the same. Love is a myth that people foolishly believe is real. When she meets badboy/heart-throb Dillon Kentwood will she still be blind to the powers of love? Or will his mischievous smile get the best of this girl?

Before I tell you my story, I need to make it clear that I, Madeleine Brock, had absolutely no intention of falling in love. Like ever. Zero interest in romance. Even the mere thought of spending the rest of my life with a soul mate made me want to vomit.

I’d walk around school passing by couples making out, practically doing each other against the lockers, and wonder what in the world would make anybody want that. I mean, what’s so great about kissing anyway? It’s just lips touching, isn’t it? Personally, my lips hurt if I suck a spaghetti noodle into my mouth for too long. The thought of having them puckered like that for longer than a second had me shivering.

My best friend, Sierra, went through boyfriends like she went through underwear; they got changed every day. Whenever I asked her why she felt the need to always be sucking face, she’d say that it was just magical and that I really needed to try it. That always confused me. How could a little bit of lip touching be magical. Harry Potter – that’s magical. Watching a baby being born even though it’s disgusting – is borderline magical. Kissing? I just didn’t see it.

I guess you could say that my pessimistic point of view on love came from my parents getting a divorce when I was ten. Dad got his mistress, now wife, pregnant and effectively ended his first marriage. I now have a seven year old sister named Kara, who is a little brat, and two brothers; Kohl is five and Kai just turned two. I love the boys tons; they look nothing like their mother. Don’t get me wrong, I love Kara too, but she bothers me more than any sister should.

I’ve also got two siblings who aren’t a product of my father’s infidelity. Emma is two years younger than me at sixteen and Asher is a year older than me at nineteen.

Emma is gorgeous like our mom with blonde hair and startling green eyes. She loves wearing floral print dresses and vintage jewelry. When she sings, I swear it’s like a Disney movie and birds sing along with her. She’s petite, but not tiny. Emma also happens to be the kindest, most polite person in the world. It’s crazy how perfect she is. I love her more than I can describe, despite our differences.

Asher is pretty much amazing too. He also got mom’s blonde hair, but his eyes are a light hazel color instead of green. In high school, he became captain of the varsity football team in his junior year. When looking for colleges, he didn’t need to worry about tuition since he got a scholarship to every where he applied to. On top of that, his grades came easily to him since he was blessed with a photographic memory. He’s really one of those people who have it all. Asher’s got friends who will stand by him no matter what he does, even if what he does is get his girlfriend pregnant senior year, thereby giving me a little niece named Stella. That’s right, Asher is a daddy. A great one too.

Me? I definitely have nothing interesting to tell you about myself. I’m not necessarily a misfit in my family since everybody says I’m exactly like my Grandpa Jack when he was alive, but since he’s not alive any more, I have no way to judge that. I’ve got bright red hair that looks almost orange in the sunlight, dark green eyes that turn gray whenever I’m upset, and skin that refuses to tan unless I get burned. My grades aren’t spectacular, but I don’t exactly work hard to change that. I’m not incredibly popular, but I’m not a loner. I hold grudges even when I know I’m not being fair. I try not to push my opinions onto others, but sometimes I just can’t stop myself from attempting to make people agree with me. Nothing about me is spectacular. I’m not gorgeous like Emma, but that’s not to say I’m ugly, and I’m not athletic or incredibly intelligent like Asher, not that I’m lazy or stupid… actually, I am pretty lazy. I just fit, I guess. I’m just an ordinary eighteen year old girl who has no real idea about what the future holds for her.

One thing that I always thought I was positive on, though, was that I would never fall in love… I guess my story is a perfect example of how life surprises you. Hell, life didn’t surprise me. He did.


The story starts when it was hot and it was summer
And I had it all, I had him right there where I wanted him
She came along, got him alone, and let’s hear the applause
She took him faster than you can say sabotage

Taylor Swift’s ‘Better Than Revenge’ lyrics blast through the speakers of Sierra’s car as she pulls up my driveway. Her parents got her a car for her sixteenth birthday, a light blue 2009 Toyota Camry that basically screamed Sierra’s name. I got a car for my sixteenth too, but by no means was it a 2009. I drive an old Rav4 with a soft top. It’s white and gets really dirty, but I love it. Unfortunately, my car is in the shop getting checked. I don’t know how to tell you what was wrong with it other than it made and awful clunking sound every time the engine turned on.

For the past few days I’ve been relying on Sierra to drive me to and from school. She’s more than willing since it’s just more time for her to talk about her newest boyfriend, Phil. However, she hates the name Phil, so she calls him pet names. Specifically, Honeymuggles. I gag a little bit every time I hear it. I honestly think the only reason Sierra and I are friends is because we met in second grade. She’s got her cheerleading friends and I’ve got my art ones. She dates the football team while I date… well, no one. But we grew up together, so even though we have hardly anything in common anymore, there’s a familiarity that neither of us can deny.

As I get into the car, I see yet another difference between us. Today, Sierra has her short blonde hair straightened so the sharp edges frame her face perfectly. Her makeup is precise and elegant. She’s in a pink dress that cinches at the waist and falls to mid thigh. Her wedges add another few inches to her average height. Sierra always looks perfect, and it nearly kills me to know that this look is effortless.

I, on the other hand, have to plan ahead if I want to look good. Take today, for example. I didn’t have any time to get ready this morning since I slept in so I’m wearing a pair of white denim shorts, a purple and teal short tank top, which leaves a thin strip of my milky skin showing, and sandals. The outfit itself was actually one of my favorite things to wear, it was my lack of makeup and effort on my hair that was causing me stress. This morning I only had time to straighten my bangs, which were getting too long and had a tendency to hang in front of my eyes until I brushed them to the side. I have naturally straight hair, most days, but last night I fell asleep with my hair in a messy bun so today my head looked like a curly waved up mess. And unfortunately I only had time to dab on some cover-up under my eyes to hide the dark spots and a tiny bit of mascara managed to make its way to my lashes. That’s it. I feel naked.

“Morning Peaches!” Sierra greets. That’s what she always calls me since my hair is an orangish color and my skin has a rosy tint to it. She thinks it’s hilarious, and refuses to quit. In all honesty, I don’t mind, but it’s embarrassing sometimes. Before I could return the greeting, she looked me over carefully until a smile lit up her face again, “The natural look really works for you!” She sounds surprised, making me blush.

“Morning.” I grumble.

With a laugh, she puts the car in reverse and takes off, leaving black marks on the drive way that I’ll have to take the punishment from my mom for later.

“Did you finish Mr. Kentwood’s paper in English?” She asks as we pull into the school.

“Yeah, but it’s about a page shorter than he listed in the requirements.” I say with a shrug. I figured that I didn’t want to waste time for either of us by adding an extra page filled with nonsense. He probably won’t understand, but the mark off my grade shouldn’t be substantial. “You?” I ask as she parks the car.

“Oh yeah, it actually has an extra page.” Sierra says proudly as she climbs out and opens the back door, pulling out her very expensive looking book bag. It’s a light brown leather and brand new.

“Well aren’t you just a goody two-shoes.” I mumble under my breath, getting out of the car and grabbing my own slightly worn out faux leather bag that’s softer than a baby’s butt. It’s one of Mom’s old ones.

“Sorry if I take pride in my school work, Madeleine.” She says with her nose in the air, making us both laugh.

“That kind of snooty just doesn’t work for you Seri.” I say, using her nickname.

“Yeah, I kn…” She cuts herself off with a loud screech right before she breaks into a run headed straight towards Phil. He catches her as she jumps into his arms and says ‘Hey Baby’ right before they start making out in front of the entire school.

I make a face and gage a bit as I walk past them towards the school entrance. Most people are surrounding themselves with their friends, but I pass them all and head to my locker. There’s not much in there besides some worn out books and a whole lot of garbage. I’m not exactly tidy.

English is my first class of the day and, even though I hate to admit it, I love the class and the teacher. Mr. Kentwood, although a stick up my ass sometimes, is awesome. I usually get to class early to chat with him. I’m totally one of those people who get mediocre grades but still manage to make the teachers love me. I’m a pain in their asses, but they can’t deny the fact that I’m wonderful. There’s a bit of sarcasm in there.

I enter the room and take my seat off to the right side, towards the front but not in the front row. “Morning Randall.” I say with a smirk.

“Miss Brock, how many times do I have to remind you that it’s very impolite to call me by my first name?” He asks, not even lifting his head from his newspaper.

“Well, Randy, how many times do I have to remind you that it bugs me when you call me Miss Brock?” I reply, putting my face in my hands and waiting for his response.

I get an amused chuckle and a shake of his head before he looks at me and says, “Really Maddy?” I whisper-shout ‘Yes!’ in celebration of my achievement. I’m basically a total dork, but it’s all good… right?

“You just made my day Randall. I just sorry that I could lessen yours.” I say.

“What now?” He asks, sighing.

“You see, I was at home, typing away on my computer when all of a sudden, a bolt of lightning hot straight through my window and connected with the keyboard. All of my essay disappeared! I’m really just lucky that my poor delicate hands weren’t injured in this tragic event.” I say, holding my hands up as evidence.

He looks amused. “Are you trying to tell me that you won’t have an essay to turn in to me today?” He asks.

I smile brightly, “Actually, no I am not. I was just giving you a dramatic monologue about what could have happened. Now aren’t you glad that my only problem is only that my essay is one page shorter than your requirement?” I ask, grabbing it from my bag with a cheesy smile.

“How on earth do you pull a C+ average in this class?” He groans, holding his hand out to take my paper. I sigh and walk it over to him.

We go through this almost every time he assigns something. It’s not always the length that’s the issue, there are actually a few things that I’m too lazy to improve on. We’ve got it down to a system where I tell him before class begins, he corrects it, and I then get an hour to listen to my ipod.

There are a surprisingly few amount of times that his red pen marks my paper. “Well, all in all it’s a fine essay, Maddy. You got a 40/50.” He says, marking the top of the page with the score and a large ‘B’. I stare at it in awe.

“Awesome.” I say, smiling at him.

“You did very well this time.” He says, grinning proudly. After being in his classes for the past couple years, it’s been a tough journey to get me to write a decent essay. But apparently I’m nearly there.


The next half hour is incredibly boring between class starting and people going through their essays in a group discussion and pairs. I space out, like I normally do during these times, until Mr. Kentwood’s hand waves in front of my face.

I jump a little before pulling out my headphone. The class sniggers a little at my small screech, but quickly focus on other things. “Maddy, my nephew needs to use one of our school computers and I need you to go with him please.” I nod, slightly confused, and stand up. “Don’t let him out of your sight.” He whispers low enough for only me to hear.

“What, is he armed and dangerous?” I ask sarcastically under my breath. That gets me a chuckle but no response. I wonder how right I am.

At the front of the room is a guy who's tall and tan with buzz cut dark brown hair peeping out from under a black beanie. The guy’s wearing dark brown Ray Ban wayfarer sunglasses that I’m pretty jealous of. Through his form fitting but still loose muscle shirt, I can tell he’s got some muscles, but he’s not a body builder by any means. One thing that he’s wearing which I find especially attractive, though not everybody agrees, is his flip flops. I can’t help but find mandals cute.

His arms are crossed and he’s wearing an almost annoyed expression, until he sees me and gives a michievous grin. It’s almost like he can smell my fear… or attraction. Either works.

“Madeleine, this is my nephew, Dillon. Dill, this is Maddy.” Mr. Kentwood says, introducing us.

I nod in greeting and move to lead the way out, only to be stopped by Randall talking to Dillon, “Don’t give her too much trouble, okay?” He’s giving him a look that’s somewhere between a reprimanding teacher and a suspicious parent.

“Yeah, got it.” Are the first words I hear out of the strangers’ mouth. His voice sounds slightly husky and a little scratchy, but oh so sexy.

We start down the long hallway towards the library and I try making conversation, “So, are you from around here?” I ask. He doesn’t reply, or even acknowledge that I’ve asked something, so I nod. “I see, we’re doing that really hip thing and not talking to each other. I’m game.” I bob my head as though I’m a gangster or something and am pleased to see a small smirk lift the corner of his mouth.

“I can see why my uncle likes you.” He says randomly.

I shrug, not knowing whether to be offended or take it as a compliment. The rest of the walk is quiet as I silently contemplate my attraction to Dillon. Although I don’t believe in love, I do think lust is a very strong physical reaction. So it makes sense that I really want to see if his muscles are as hard as they look. It doesn’t mean anything… it’s natural, okay?

I turn us towards the leadoff to the library and soon enough, we’re face to face with about thirty computers. They’re all iMac’s from a grant the school was awarded for high test scores or something like that.

I sit down next to Dillon and, while he does whatever he came here to do, I check my emails and am soon looking in on my tumblr. I’m in love with photography and art, so it’s fun to see all the different styles online.

Reaching into my bag, I pull out my Nikon D300s and the USB cord to upload pictures. I mainly do landscape, but every once in a while, I force Sierra and Emma to join me for some portraits. I also love to photograph Stella, she’s so gorgeous and photogenic.

I’m so busy looking through the photos that I don’t realize Dillon has moved from his spot and is now standing over my shoulder, breathing in my ear, until he says “Those are nice.”

I jump, clutching my hand to my chest, “Jesus Christ! Did you intentionally just give me a freaking heart attack?” I ask, turning to glare at him.

He smirks and tilts his head to the side, “You can call me Dillon, Jesus Christ is only for certain people.” I don’t know what possesses me to do so, but I smack his arm. Then I blush when I realize it looks like I’m flirting with him, which I most definitely am not - because there’s no point in flirting with people if there’s no such thing as love… which I firmly believe.

Anyways.” I say pointedly, “You’re talking to me now?” I ask.

“Technically I spoke before.” He says, sitting back down and swirling his chair towards me.

“Right, but you just complimented me which takes away from the whole ‘I’m a brooding adolescent’ thing you had going for you.” I tell him.

He raises his eyebrow and sits back, looking far too comfortable. “Brooding adolescent? I’m fairly sure I’m older than you are.” He says.

“First off, whether you’re older than me or not, you can still be an adolescent. Second, I wouldn’t doubt it.”

“How old are you?” He asks.

“Why do you want to know?” I ask in return. I’m not sure why I’m being difficult.

“So I can stalk you which I hope will lead to your eventual rape.” He says, rolling his eyes to let me know just how much of an idiot I am.

I narrow my eyes slightly, “I hope that’s a joke.” I say before telling him that I’m eighteen.

He grins mischievously before saying, “Ah, you’re legal then.”

I raise an eyebrow, “Legal for what?”

Instead of answering, Dillon’s face swoops impeccably close to mine before he whispers “This.” And he kisses me.

A foreign shock runs through my entire body at the brief contact and I jump up instantly, grab my bag and camera, and bolt for the door. “Hey wait!” He calls out, trying to get me to stop.

I do no such thing though and only stop running when I make it to the woman’s bathroom. ‘What was that?!’ I mentally scream. My lips are still tingling from the shock of having somebody else’s mouth on them. I can hardly breathe, partly from the run to get here, so I sit down against the cool tiles and pull my phone from my bag to text Sierra.

**Emergency. Bathroom in C Block.

**What’s Wrong?!!!

**Somebody just kissed me. I think I’m dying.

I can imagine her laughing at me, so I send a second message.

**Quit laughing!

**Sorry Peaches. So how was it?



**IDK maybe it was good. HELP ME!

**Don’t be so dramatic. The bells gonna ring soon, I’ll meet you in Hstry.

**K :(

She can be so unsympathetic sometimes. I mean, my lip virginity was just taken and she laughs. What kind of friend does that? Okay, to be fair, I’d probably do it too, but still.


Later that night, I’m lying across the couch watching a bad MTV reality show, when the doorbell rings. I somehow manage to get off the couch and answer the door. Sierra is standing before me with a pint of ice cream and a box of Cheez-it’s. “Hello, best friend.” I say, eyeing the crackers.

“Here you go.” She says, handing them to me. At school we didn’t really get the chance to talk during history since there was a surprise quiz. Other than that one class, we have no other opportunities to see each other during the day. Then, in the car on the way home, Phil was with us and I refused to acknowledge what happened in front of him.

“Tell me everything.” Sierra says as soon as we’re in my room. I flop down on my bed and sigh before explaining everything in as much detail as possible.

She’s practically jumping up and down by the time I finish. “What did he look like? How does he spell his name? Is it Dylan or Dillon?” She asks.

“Um, nice?” I don’t want to say he’s hot and face her torture for having a crush, so I go with something noncommittal. “And I’m not sure, I didn’t ask.” I say to the last question, “What’s the difference?”

Nice? That’s the best you’ve got? Have I taught you nothing during our friendship?” She asks, glaring at me. “And they’re both sexy names, but Dillon is a bit sexier, in my opinion.”

“What do you want me to say?” I ask.

“Well what color eyes does he have?” She asks, moving to sit on her knees, awaiting my answer anxiously.

I bite my lip and think. I’m pretty sure he never took the sunglasses off. “I don’t know.” I shrug.

A slightly strangled screech comes from Sierra’s mouth before she beats me with my pillow. “I am ashamed to call you my best friend, Madeleine Brock! You finally have a guy who got close enough to you to kiss and you don’t know anything about him?!” I snatch the pillow away and hug it to my body, staring at her in wonder. Who knew perfect little Seri could be so violent. I’m kind of proud.

“Well, you’ll just have to ask Mr. Kentwood tomorrow if you’re so interested.” I say, eating more cheez-its.

“I will.” She declares, and I have no doubt that she actually will.


“Dillon Ross Kentwood. 6’1’’, 192 lbs., dark blue eyes, age nineteen, birthday is December 22, and he’s single.” Sierra says as soon we see each other in the halls at the end of the day.

“How the hell did you find that out?” I ask, shocked.

“He’s standing right behind you and was more than willing to answer my questions.” She says, winking at me before running away. I glare at her retreating form.

“Hello Madeleine.” I hear from behind me.

I turn my glare on him before walking towards the exit. I don’t make it far before Dillon’s walking in step with me. “You know, in all the times I’ve kissed a girl, I’m not sure any have ever run away quite as fast as you.”

I blush and keep my head down, refusing to talk to him. What an ass he is!

“What, now you’re not talking to me?” He asks. I shrug as we step outside.

“Oh come on, Madeleine! I know you don’t like not talking to people. If you liked it, you wouldn’t have tried to make conversation with me yesterday.” He taunts.

“Why does it matter?” I taunt back.

“Because nobody ever turns me down.” He says, shoving his hands in his pockets.

I scoff. “Well let me be the first.” I say, walking away.

“You can’t be serious!” He calls after me.

Turning around with a smirk, I shrug and give him a thumbs up.

In the car, Sierra is constantly asking me what he said. I finally roll my eyes and turn towards her, “He basically told me that the only reason he’s interested is because I’m not. Even if I was the type of girl who wanted a relationship, that seriously wouldn’t do it for me.” I say.

She gasps, “He did not say that!”

I nod, telling her that he did.

“But that makes no sense! Why would he be so willing to give me every detail about him if he wasn’t actually interested?” Her head is shaking as she pulls into my driveway.

I shrug and grab my backpack from between my legs, “Like it matters anyway. I honestly don’t care if he has the purest intentions. Nothing is happening.” I tell her honestly.

“Maddy, when are you going to open your heart? Don’t you want children someday?” She asks, holding on to my arm so I can’t leave.

I shake my head, “No. I really don’t.” I say. It’s not that I don’t like children, because I do. Stella has such a big part of my heart and I love babysitting her for Asher and Maria, but I can’t imagine having any of my own. I don’t want my whole life to revolve around rearing a child. I guess I’m just selfish that way.

Little, dramatic, tears form in Sierra’s eyes and she quickly wipes them away, “That’s really sad, Maddy. I hope your decision changes eventually.” I can’t believe that I actually feel guilty for saying that. But that’s just a special trait that Seri has; she can make anybody feel bad for doing nothing wrong.

“Sorry.” I say softly, pulling her into a hug. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” She nods and I get out of the car, feeling pretty down now. I hate it when Sierra cries; it’s like the whole world becomes a darker place.


For the next two weeks; so basically seven school days, Dillon has met me outside of the exit doors, trying to convince me to do… something with him. I say something because he’s never actually been specific about what he wants. All he says is ‘Let me take you somewhere’. Over and over and over again. It’s ridiculous. Can’t he tell that I have no interest in him? You’d think he could take a hint.

Today’s Friday and, once again, Dillon is waiting for me. “Please, just one chance.” He says, walking about an inch away from me.

“Why?!” I practically shout as I turn towards him.

“Because the more you say no, the more I want to know you.” He responds calmly.

I roll my eyes, “So basically as soon as I say yes, you’ll lose all interest?”

He shrugs his beautifully sculpted shoulders. Wait, what was that? I have no idea where that thought came from - ignore it.

“What do you have to lose? I mean, worst case scenario, I lose interest and I’m out of your life forever. Best case? We fall madly in love and spend forever together.”

I snort a laugh, “That will never happen.” I say, shaking my head and walking towards my car again. The garage fixed it and now I’ll be working for the rest of my life to pay it off.

“Why not?” He asks, almost offended.

“Because I’m never going to fall madly in love and spend forever with somebody. So even if you don’t lose interest, nothing will be happening. Won’t it save us both some time if we just nip this in the butt and not go out?” I ask.

“Why are you afraid of love?” He asks, putting his hand over my door as I try to pull it open. I spin around, sucking in a breath when I realize how close he is to me. I can feel his breath on my forehead.

“I am not afraid of love. I just have no interest in it.” I say, snapping a little.

“Right, because it’s totally normal not to want love in your life.” He scoffs.

“And I suppose that you - the dark, mysterious, snarky guy who barely even spoke to me the day we met - are totally interested in falling love.” I say, glaring at him.

“Yeah, actually I am.” He shrugs, once again. I wonder if his shoulders get tired after all that shrugging.

I growl a little bit, feeling my resolve weakening, “You know what? You stole my first kiss, you bastard!” I say the only thing I can think of to not give in to him.

“How about you teach me a lesson by giving me the second?” He offers in a low husky voice, leaning his head down and forward slightly. I’m shocked when for a moment I actually consider it. Oh how tempting it is to just lean forward and press my lips against his. I already know how soft they are, it’d be so easy to just lean in a litt… damn it! I need to stop thinking like this!

“No.” I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts.

“Stop fighting it.” He whispers, placing his hand on my waist.

“Can’t you just act like the asshole I’m positive you are?” I ask, pushing him a way. He hardly moves, much to my dismay.

“I’m not an asshole. I can be a dick sometimes, but I’m not an asshole.” He denies.

“Like it matters!”

“It does, actually. All I’m asking for is one date. That’s it.” He says.

I roll my eyes and jerk my car door open, sliding into the front seat. “Well are you coming?” I snap.

A grin takes over his face and I feel my stomach flip as my heart beats a little faster. Maybe I’m getting sick? That’d totally make sense since I’m so anxious about this.

He climbs in and I ask him where we’re going. He tells me anywhere, so I drive us to a local ice cream parlor that I work at in the summer. Once we both have our cones, we walk to the river that’s next to the strip of buildings where the parlors at. We sit in the gazebo and it’s silent for a few minutes.

“What now?” I ask, keeping my gaze straight ahead.

“Well, how about you tell me about yourself.” He offers.

I raise my eyebrow skeptically at him, “Why?”

He laughs, “Just do it!”

I bite my lip and stare in front of me, thinking about what to tell him. “Um, well my name’s Madeleine, I’m eighteen, I have your uncle as my English teacher…” He cuts me off.

“No, I already know all of that. Tell me something else.” He insists.

I sigh, “I have two siblings.” I offer.

“Tell me about them.” He says, twisting his body so he’s looking at me.

“Uh, Asher’s nineteen and goes to the local university. He’s engaged to his high school girlfriend, Maria, and they have a one year old daughter, Stella. Emma’s sixteen and perfect. She’s basically Barbie personified.” I tell him, shrugging when I can’t think of anything else to say.

“What are your hobbies?” He asks.

“Photography, painting, sketching, drawing, sculpting.” I say, laughing when I realize I could’ve just said ‘art’.

“So you’re artistic?” He asks.

I nod, “Yeah, but photography is my favorite and seems to be what I’m best at, so that’s what I’m majoring in at college. What about you? Are you in college?” I ask.

“I took a year off so I’m starting next year.” He says.


“NYU Abu Dhabi.” He says.

My eyes widen, “You’re going to NYU?”

At his nod, I laugh a little. “What’s so funny?” He asks, looking a little offended.

“Nothing, I’m just going to school about four miles away from you.” I say, rolling my eyes at how inconvenient that is for me.

“No way, where?” He asks, surprised.

“Pratt Institute. It’s an art school.” I tell him.

“Hey, look at that. Now we really can fall in love and spend the rest of our lives together.” He teases, making me roll my eyes as I fight a smile.


“So how’s our date going so far?” He asks.

I sigh, wishing I had a different answer, but reply, “Not as bad as I thought it would be.”

I can see his smile in the corner of my eye. Where the hell did the moody guy from two weeks ago go? “Good, then would you mind if I put my arm around you?” He asks, making me chuckle at his manners.

“I guess that’s okay.” I say reluctantly. He did pay for the ice cream.

Feeling the warmth of his body, despite the already hot temperature outside, is comforting in a way I’ve never experienced. I find myself leaning towards him and settling against his side comfortably. “I’ve never done this before.” I say quietly. “I’ve never been on a date. Until the other day, I’d never been kissed. I’ve never wanted a relationship. And I’ve really never been attracted to anybody. So why do I feel this way with you?” I ask quietly.

I can pretty much feel his smirk, “Because I’m awesome?” He offers.

“I’m being serious, Dillon.” I say, pinching his side. His body jerks and I know immediately that he’s ticklish. That may be something I can use against him in the future… not that there will be a future between us by any means.

He sighs, “I don’t know. Do you like it?”

I think for a moment, contemplating it, “I don’t hate it.” I finally settle on that response since it seems the most truthful. This feeling is too new to actually be enjoyable, but it’s not making me as miserable as I expected it to.

“Then just go with it.” He mumbles.

After a few minutes I nod my head, agreeing. I feel his lips against my temple, “Sorry, but I had to do something and I kind of figured an actual kiss might freak you out.” He says. I can hear the smile in his voice.

I’m blushing like a tomato by now, startled by the fact that this gorgeous guy who’s actually very nice, just kissed me. And it wasn’t even a joke or anything. “Whatever.” I mutter, crossing my arms now that I’ve finished my cone.

“I still can’t believe that I’m the first guy that you’ve kissed or gone out on a date with.” He says, shaking his head, which I can feel against my hair.

“First of all, I didn’t kiss you. You kissed me. Secondly, it just doesn’t make sense to me. I mean, how can two bodies feel something for each other something that’s different than any normal physical thing. Like if you kick me, I feel it. I don’t understand how a look can make your heart flutter, or the words I love you can make somebody cry. Romance just confuses me.” I try to explain.

“Well I’ll just have to show you how those things feel sometime.” Dillon says cockily.

“Doubtful.” I grumble. I feel his body jerking up and down as he laughs, bringing a small smile to my lips.

“I’ll get through to you, Madeleine. That I promise.” He says before kissing my temple again.

“You can call me Maddy, you know.” I say as he stands and grabs my hand to pull me up, not letting go as we start to walk.

“Yeah, but I feel like Madeleine makes things more interesting.” He says, grinning. I shake my head and roll my eyes, “Whatever you say, Dillon Ross.”

“My middle name?” He asks.

I nudge him with my hip, “Makes things more interesting.” I tease.


I really need somebody to pinch me, or slap me for all I care, to make sure I’m not dreaming. Things just seem way too perfect. How do I go from not believing in romance or relationships to feeling like I'm walking on a cloud?

Dill meets me in the morning to get a coffee, and then is there when I get out of school. We talk a lot and he’s never pushed me for more than I’m willing to give. I kissed him on the cheek a few times, and it always has me blushing like a little girl. Our relationship, if you can call it that, is moving pretty slowly, all thanks to me.

One day, when we were walking around the mall, I accidentally told him my insecurities about not being as perfect as my siblings. In response, he took my face between his hands and stared at me for a few minutes. It was awkward and I really wanted to pull away until he spoke, “You’re right, you aren’t perfect. Your nose is crooked, your hair is always frizzy, your ears are too small for you face and you have freckles all over your cheeks.” I seriously wondered where he was going with that. “But you’re honestly the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. Nobody’s perfect Madeleine, but you're flawless to me.” He whispered before kissing my forehead.

It’s moments like that that made me wonder who on earth the arrogant asshole I first met was. Dillon really isn’t anything like how he first came across. He’s sweet and funny and caring and somehow, makes me feel sick all the time. Maybe he wears something that I’m allergic to because whenever he’s near me, my stomach feels queasy and I get light headed and my heart starts to beat a million miles an hour.

Today I’m doing something I never expected to do; I’m introducing my boyfriend to my parents. That’s right, boyfriend. It feels so weird to call anybody my boyfriend, but the fact that it’s Dillon makes it easier. We were on our fifth date when he asked me to be his girlfriend. I was shocked for a bit but ended up nodding like an idiot. Mom made sure even Asher and Maria would be there, which made my stomach turn. Asher never had the opportunity to be an overprotective big brother, so I’m sure he’s going to abuse this privilege.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask Dillon as I lead him up the front steps. He pulls me to his arms and smirks, “What, you think I can’t handle it? Come on, Madeleine. I’m pretty sure I’m man enough to handle your parents.” He winks to reassure me.

I wrinkle my nose and pinch his side, making him jump and glare at me, “It’s doubtful. All they’d have to do is tickle you to make you act like a little girl.” I tease.

“Oh really?” He asks in mock-outrage.

I giggle as he attacks my own side with his fingers, “Look who’s acting like a little girl now!” He taunts.

“I am a girl!”

He stops tickling me and places a loud kiss on my cheek, adding “Muah” as a sound affect. I pretend to be disgusted and scrub it off my face with my hand, “Eww!”

Dill just winks and turns me around to grab my hips from behind, before pushing me towards the door, “Stop avoiding it.” He whispers in my ear just before the door swings open and Asher is standing in front of us with a cheerful looking Stella on his hip.

Instead of talking, Asher starts a staring contest with Dillon. I roll my eyes and step through the threshold to grab Stella from his arms, “Hey pretty girl!” I say with enthusiasm, causing a gargled giggle to come from her little body. She immediately starts playing with my hair, something she’s done since birth. We all think it has something to do with it being so red.

I take Dillon’s hand and pull him inside with me, refusing to leave him alone with Asher. “Hey guys, we’re home.” I call out. Almost immediately, there’s a wall of people lining the living room. I sigh before making introductions, “Dillon, this is my mom Jennifer, my step-dad Hank, my sister Emma, you’ve met my best friend Sierra, that’s my brother Asher, his fiancé Maria, and this here is their little girl Stella. Guys, this is Dillon.” I say.

Mom steps up and wraps Dill in a tight hug. She’s a bit emotional right now since I’ve always made sure she understood that I wanted to be alone for the rest of my life. She was convinced that she’d never have any ‘ginger grandchildren’. Crazy woman. Dad gives Dillon a firm handshake, probably trying to squeeze the blood flow from his fingers. Asher gives a curt nod and Maria waves happily. Emma’s smiling like the gorgeous girl she always is and steps forward to shake his hand lightly.

“Alright, so you’ve all met now. Can we leave?” Everybody, including Dillon, says no. I pout a little bit before Stella grabs hold of the outturned lip and pulls, causing us all to laugh.

Mom wanted us to be there for dinner, but Dillon had to work, so they decided to have a game night instead. Apparently it’s charades today. Asher and Mom decide that it’d be adorable if we all split into couples, making the teams Dillon and I, Mom and Dad, Asher and Maria, then Emma and Sierra. The last two aren’t a couple, just for the record, but they’ve spent enough time together because of me that they’re also close.

I hate the idea of having to act something out for Dillon. I always feel majorly self conscious when playing charades and to know that Dill is going to see it bothers me. He can tell from my body language how nervous I am so he gives my hand a little squeeze before pushing me to stand. I pull from the bowl on the coffee table and get ‘Miss Mary Mack’. I glare at my family members. They only put this in there because I’m awful at acting it out. And I’m always the one who gets it. They all laugh, immediately knowing what it is.

I turn towards Dillon, praying he’ll recognize the hand actions. I cross my arms, putting my hands on opposite shoulders, then straighten them out and put them on my thighs, afterwards I bring them up for a clap. Instantly he goes “Oh I know this!” but it’s clear that he can’t remember it.

I give him a nervous look, and he tries to shrug his shoulder innocently. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he’s playing his own game here. I bite my lip as I think of how to act it out. First I pretend that I’m curtsying with a dress on, causing him to say ‘Curtsy’. I shake my head. Next comes ‘Girl’ I move my hand in a circle, telling him to keep guessing with that. ‘Lady’, ‘Woman’, ‘She’, ‘Ma’am’, I circle my hand again, ‘Mrs.’, I move my hands again to signal shortening it, ‘Miss?’ I nod vigorously.

“Oh! Miss Mary Mack!” He shouts, causing me to raise my fists in the air and whoop loudly. Dillon jumps up and swings me around in his arms, making me laugh and wrap my arms around his neck. Once my feet are on the ground again, I reach up to kiss his cheek and he kisses my forehead tenderly. As we turn, I realize that we’ve just acted intimately towards each other in front of my whole family, who’re all looking at us in a mixture of amusement and awe, so I blush.

They all laugh, which makes me blush harder. Dillon places a comforting hand on my waist as we sit down again. The game continues with us coming in second place, Asher and Maria got first.


After the game, we say our goodbyes. Mom is practically in tears yet again when she says goodbye. They all really took to Dillon, which makes me incredibly happy. Even Asher mentioned how we should have a barbeque sometime.

Instead of just walking him to his car, Dillon makes me get in with him and he drives us to the gazebo where we had our first date. We sit down on one of the benches and Dillon pulls me to his body, much like the last time we were here.

We speak quietly for a few minutes before lapsing into silence and staring out at the moon’s reflection on the river. My mind is so busy, my thoughts racing and I find myself wondering how to ask what I need to know. I decide to just kind of spit it out.

“Dillon?” My voice cuts through the air.

“Yeah?” He’s so quiet that I barely hear him.

My eyes shut and tell my stomach to stop being so nervous, “What does love feel like?”

He tenses against me and I hear him gulp, “Um, I guess it feels like a million different things all at once. Like your stomach is going to flop right out of your throat and your heart beats so fast that you worry other people can see your chest moving. Your throat always feels like there’s a frog in it. I think that every time you see that person, your mind becomes useless because it’s so distracted by the who you’re looking at.” He trails off and I have to swallow a few times before speaking.

“H-how do you know?” I ask, my voice cracking in the middle.

There’s a short silence before he responds. “It’s how I feel every time I look at you, Madeleine.” My heart feels like it will literally jump out of my chest. Tears fill my eyes as I turn to look at him. Instead of thinking about what I’m doing, knowing for sure that if I do I’ll never be able to do it, I lean forward and meet his lips with mine.

This kiss is so different from my first one; our first one. This one, although still soft, is powerful. It feels like our lips and bodies are made for each other. After the initial shock of the kiss wears off, Dillon’s hands wrap themselves in my hair and he pulls my body towards his so that I’m practically sitting on his lap. I’m thankful when he doesn’t try to use his tongue, which I’ve read about and seen on TV, since I’m already overwhelmed. It’s a good overwhelmed though.

After a few minutes, we pull apart and I stare into his eyes. Taking a deep breath, I tell him that I love him too. At first there’s disbelief on his face, but I nod my head, “I really do. That’s why I asked. At first I thought that you wore something that I was allergic to, but you just described everything that I feel whenever I’m around you, or think about you. I love you Dillon, but it’s scary for me, okay? I know that you’ve had a lot of girls before me, but I need us to take this slow.” I say, feeling like he might reject me now that he knows that even if I love him, we won’t be getting too physical.

Instead of answering right away, he leans down and kisses me softly. It’s a quick, simple kiss, but it means the world to me. “I know this is all new for you and we’ll take this relationship as slow as you need us to. I’m not in a hurry to do anything.” He comforts me.

I can’t help but grin, feeling like he’s said the most perfect words I could ever hear.

“I love you Dill.” I say, smiling and kissing him lightly again.

“I love you too Madeleine.”


(Four Years Later)

Dillon and I now live in New York for college. I lived in one of Pratt’s residence halls during Freshman year of college while Dillon rented a cheap apartment off campus. Sophomore year was really hard on our relationship since I studied abroad in Europe for six months. It was so difficult not to see his face after spending a year with him, where I saw him almost every day. By some miracle, we made it work though and after six months apart, Junior year was easy as pie. Both of us have been growing up so much in the past couple years.

We both still look the same, Dillon being as sexy as ever, but our attitudes have changed almost drastically. Although Dill has always been laid back, he now has an open-mindedly educated point of view on things. The Abu Dhabi program at NYU opened his eyes on politics and he says that it’s helped to center himself. I laugh at him sometimes for sounding like Yoda, but I’m proud of him.

I’ve stopped being so self conscious. I used to be uncomfortable in my own skin, but I’ve grown to love myself for no other reason than that I am who I am and that won’t be changing any time soon. Dillon really helped me to accept myself, and his love led me to love myself. Now I’m fairly good at public speaking, which is good considering as an artist I have to meet a lot of new people.

Today is my graduation day. Dillon graduated from NYU a week ago and I can promise you that I pretty much screamed in joy when his name was called. I’ve completed my undergraduate degree in Photography and I’ve never been more proud of myself. My whole family is here, which makes me even happier.

My name gets called and I hear a cow bell from the audience, making me laugh. Leave it to my family to bring a cow bell to New York. Afterwards, I’m turning around repeatedly looking for my family when I’m lifted into the two arms I’ve come to love more than I can describe. “Hey baby.” Dillon whispers in my ear before he sets me down gently.

I spin around and throw my arms around him, meeting his mouth for a long, passionate kiss. Yes, I said passionate. We kiss like that now and it’s amazing. I can’t believe that only four years ago I didn’t believe in love. Who would think there’s no such thing as love? It’s crazy. Dillon is practically my whole world. I don’t know what I’d do without him.

“Is this how it felt when you were at my graduation?” He asks after the kiss breaks.

I smirk and ask him, “How does what feel?”

“Hmm.” He ponders, “Well I think it’s love, but you might have to help me out on that one.”

I roll my eyes and say “Well, I’m pretty sure that somebody once told me it’s where your heart beats so hard, people can see it through your shirt.”

Submitted: July 23, 2011

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Phoebe Gardens

Omgggggg :O that was AMAZING!!!!!
So, you touched me and rarely does any story touch me. I mean, I was close to tears whilst reading this because I relate wayyyy more than I want to relate to Maddy.
You honestly have SUCH a knack for writing! I don't think I've read anything of yours before and you have wowed me.
Your descriptions are second to none, I can pictures everything and I LOVE the background about everyone and how I feel like I know them all so quickly.
I love how he is her teachers nephew, I think that's so adorably cute.
What I adore is how she really is miss average. I mean, people can write, she's average, but you showed how average she is. She's not outstandingly beautiful and she feels like the odd sibling out of the family and I relate to that SO much! It's so horrible standing out and being not as perfect or as gorgeous as they are.
I absolutely love Dillon :) I mean he is such a sweet, loving guy but so real and persistent. Maddy did nothing to help his quest in going out with her, but he kept on pressing and I love how they took everything rather slow. I love how she opened herself up to Dillon in a way she never has to anybody before.
I reaaaaally relate to the best friend thing but in a different way. I think we cling on to what is safe from our past and it's not necessarily proper friendship as you have little in common as the years go on.
Gosh, I have SO much praise and adoration for this story!! It is wonderfully heartfelt and touching. You should be very proud :) this definitely put a smile on my face and made me happy for Maddy :)

Sat, July 23rd, 2011 9:57am


Oh wow :D This comment literally has me smiling like a crazy person!
I am so honored that you connected in such a way to this. So much of Maddy is me, so knowing that I'm not the only one who relates to her is a big relief! And although I don't want you in tears, I'm taking it as a compliment!
Wow, really? That's so sweet! I don't think so either, but I'm incredibly happy that you have now!
Haha, I think that for this story, I was a bit too descriptive! It was so hard cutting pieces out to make it all fit! Luckily, I managed to turn things like 'they hopped in the car and drove the fifteen minute drive to school' to 'they drove to school' and it fixed everything :)
I love giving background about people, I'm not sure why, but it feels like I'm actually creating this real person... it's odd, but true.
I feel like admitting that you're average makes you exceptional, you know? Only somebody truly content with who they are can be un-average.
I definitely know the feeling, my siblings actually call me FedEx (I'm not sure if FedEx is in the UK, so if not, it's a shipping company. If you've seen Cheaper By The Dozen, it's what they call the red headed dorky brother). I prefer the term unique ;)
Dillon. There are SO many things to say about that gorgeous boy. I'm pretty sure that I've fallen in love with him, even if he's fictional lol.
Haha Maddy is just so headstrong and stubborn... good thing Dillon is more so.
It was important to me to make sure they shared a special bond, something true to who they both were... that sounds so cheesy!
Same here, I'm still friends with almost everybody from my elementary school, but that's only because we basically grew up together.
Thank you so much!! I'm so glad that you enjoyed it!
Haha believe it or not, I am proud of this story :)
That's great!
Thanks for reading, you've got no idea how shocked I was to see a comment from you :)

Sat, July 23rd, 2011 3:24am

Debbie Rain

awwww thats a cute ending. :) i loved it. :)

Sat, July 23rd, 2011 8:33pm


Thank you!! I'm glad!

Sat, July 23rd, 2011 2:13pm


Oh I just loved this. Very well written and the characters are absolutely adorable. Great Job!


Sat, July 23rd, 2011 9:28pm


Thank you :)

Sat, July 23rd, 2011 5:16pm

Kay Browne

This was so cute!

I could picture everything so well! Your writing is amazing by far! I need to start reading your things!

I loved it :)


Sun, July 24th, 2011 12:09am


Thank you! Lol I'm glad, I was afraid I went a little overboard on the descriptions...
Haha I would love that! But no pressure :)

Sat, July 23rd, 2011 5:20pm


Wait, I'll comment soon! :D

Sun, July 24th, 2011 12:46am


haha ok!

Sat, July 23rd, 2011 8:37pm


This is so awesome!
I mean Marriah, just gorgeous and breath taking!
I can so relate to Maddy because I do believe in love, but I don't think I will ever fall in love and I'm scared of doing so.
Also where can I find me a Dillon? Because I use that attitude with guys all the time and they leave as fast as a wild animal.
This was awesome and a really hopeful short story :)
I loved this :D

Sun, July 24th, 2011 5:00am


Thank you so much!!! aww, that's such a beautiful compliment!
I relate to her also, in fact, she's probably more like myself than I care to admit...
haha I want me a Dillon too, I'm pretty sure it's impossible though :(
Lol a wild animal?
Thank you :) I'm so happy that you took the time to read this! :D

Sat, July 23rd, 2011 10:09pm

Lannie Cole


Mon, July 25th, 2011 5:50pm


Thank you!!

Wed, July 27th, 2011 2:16pm

Alyssa Silvas


Mon, July 25th, 2011 5:55pm


Aww Is it weird that that makes me happy? ;)
Thanks for reading!

Wed, July 27th, 2011 2:17pm


Awe that was flipping amazing! I loved it sop much!
Dill was soo cute and sweet, I can't believe a guy actually took it slow :)
That story just made my day!!


Tue, July 26th, 2011 1:47am


Thank you!! :D
haha I love Dillon! It's really too bad he's a figment of my imagination :(
Aww that's great!!

Wed, July 27th, 2011 2:31pm

Poison Ivy Says

Rhia :P!First, I have to say that I meant to read this cute one-shot a few days ago, but when I saw how long it is, I just had to take a raincheck, but you know that I'll always come back to read and comment eventually ;P! I loved this, of course! It was so sweet and the title fit the story really well!
Maddy is adorable! I can relate to her because I don't want to fall in love either (in my case, I don't want to fall in love AGAIN). To give your heart to someone else... well, that gives him the power to break you O.O. Who would want that? But really, the way she freaked out after he kissed her was sooo amusing ;P. She's such a cutie! And Dill? Holy Molly ;P! He's wonderful! And so patient! Most guys would never try to get to know a girl after she refuses them, but not Dillon! He wouldn't back down :P. I find that trait admirable! And he did make a disbeliever fall in love with him :P! That means a lot! If only there were more boys like him out there! Wouldn't it be nice, huh ;)?
Anyways, I really loved this short story, Rhia; it was fantastically written, lovely!

Thu, July 28th, 2011 6:45pm


haha I totally understand!! I really didn't mean for it to be soooo long, but I couldn't help it!
Thank you! Ahh, I'm glad you think so! I always struggle with titles.
She is a sweety :) I relate too, but I've never felt that way before. I really hope that you find somebody like Dillon who makes falling in love worth it.
haha I agree ;)
I love Dill! He's totally perfect to me!
I know, right? Why can't all guys be like Dillon??
Thanks!! I'm so glad you enjoyed it!

Thu, July 28th, 2011 8:23pm

Maddie Grey

Okeys, so I've had to stop only a little way through and write things down to say in this comment, because I have SO much to say already!

First of all, what a beautiful character name you chose ;) Haha, I'm joking :P I looove Maddy already (and not just because of her name!) -I love that she's so wry and funny, and I LOVE your descriptions I am suuuch a sucker for good descriptions, and yours are brilliant, Marriah!

That banter with Dillon was hilarious, he really cracks me up, and I loved her reaction to his kiss, just turning round and legging it! The phrase lip virginity cracked me up too, I remember being exactly the same after my first kiss, I felt like a fallen woman having lost my lip virginity! :P

Your conversations are sooo realistic too- her chatting to Sierra could have been a real life conversation! You're a brilliant writer :D Lols, I've just realised that I'm ending almost every sentence with an exclamation mark right now, sorry about that :P

Awww I LOVE Maddy! That line about beautifully sculpted shoulders was hilarious!

Ahhh Dillon... he is such a flirt, but so lovable- asking for a second kiss, bless him! He really seems intrigued by Miss Madeleine!

Oooh, she's artistic, huh? Omg, I forgot to mention, I liked the tumblr reference! I grow more and more obsessed with that site every day :P Oooh, they're going to college near each other? IT'S MEANT TO BEEE!

Awwwww he's ticklish! I'm horribly ticklish and it's a such a hindrance! People can reduce me to tears of laughter in mere seconds! :P

Aww, he HAD to do something?! Omg Marriah, I am falling in love with Dillon here, he is adorable! I like that he calls her Madeleine, too :P

AWWWW! Marriah you must be the Queen of adorable speeches, that little speech he made to her about being perfect was, well, perfect! Awwww, I actually reread it several times it was so cute :P

Awwww, those two are truly ADORABLE together! Their little flirty banter is just sooooo lovely :D

AWWW! More adorable speeches! Omg Marriah I am suuuuch an aww-ing mess right now! This is the cutest thing ever! I love how slow Maddy's taking it, and how adorably innocent she is, it's so lovely :)

Awwwww Marriah I LOVED THIS! I cannot explain just how gorgeously sweet and real this story felt- I feel as if I know both Maddy and Dillon, and that's so rare with short stories! I'm really blown away by how beautiful your writing is, and by how amazing this story was... I am going to HAVE to read some of your other work now!

This story was so well written, the characters so vivid, and it was SO ADORABLE! I looooved it so much, thank you so much for asking me to read! Well done on writing such a brilliant story :D

Tue, August 2nd, 2011 11:07am


haha thank you!! That makes me really happy :)
lol I went to ask you to read and saw that your name is Madeleine!
I'm glad :) I always worry that I get too wordy.
lol I loved writing scenes with Dillon!
I was actually laughing really hard for that kiss, I can seriously imagine myself reacting the same way :O
Thank youuu!
haha it's fine :) I find myself using too many exclamations and smiley faces when I write, so don't worry about it!
Lol don't you ever look at a guy and just go 'he has amazing arms'? Maybe I'm just weird like that :P
He is a flirt :)
AHH! Tumblr has honestly become an obsession to me! I just can't stop reblogging! I love all your couple photos, they're all so sweet :D
I was a total stalker when I wrote that part, I google mapped the distance between the colleges and everything; that's after I looked up different courses at each college.
I think it's so cute when guys are ticklish... like they're always trying to be super manly and then they end up giggling like a little girl :) haha really? I've never been that ticklish, but my sides are awful!
haha the queen of adorable speeches? I'll take that ;)
Well I'm glad! It's my main goal to reduce people to aww-ing messes!
Thank you! Really, I can't believe that you actually read this! (Not because I assumed you wouldn't or anything, just because you're probably SO busy with other reading requests and writing your amazing story!)
Really? that makes me so happy, I love that you feel like you know them!
haha it's hardly a short story, 18 pages on word! I seriously couldn't stop. Then, I went to put it on booksie and the entire graduation scene wasn't up! I had to cut out SO many little details :(
I'd love that! But no pressure!
Wow, thank you so much Maddie, you've made me so happy with this amazing comment!! :D

Tue, August 2nd, 2011 1:42pm

Maddie Grey

Goodness me. That was longer than I expected! Oops! Sorry about that :P

Tue, August 2nd, 2011 11:07am


ahahah no worries! I loved the length :D

Tue, August 2nd, 2011 1:43pm


Damnnnnnnnnnn! Such a good story! I think I sounded like a mad black woman right there!:P (not trying to be racist!) i loved how I already knew the characters!
You really have a way with words, your writing is lovely. I wouldn't be suprised if one day you became a famour writer. Or are you already one?;)

i love the name Dillan. He was so sweet and too delicious for words:P One of my fave male roles throughout all the stories i've read. He's like number 3 on my list;) He was so funny. I loved the whole lip virginity thing too. I loved Maddy's reaction to being kissed by him!

It was too perfect for words!

Your description was wonderful. you really know how to show your ways through writing. this is totally my favorite short story on booksie. I really did love this. Maybe you could make Dillan and Maddy's realtionship into a novel?;) Tell me if you write anymore stuff. Okey?

P.S. i saw this photo and automatically thought of Dillan and Maddy:P
wild, heh?:) x

Mon, August 8th, 2011 1:30am


haha thank you :D
Aww that's so sweet! I try really hard to let you guys meet the characters properly, so you saying that makes me feel good!
haha you think? I'm not sure. I'd love to have a story published, but as of yet, nothing really feels worthy.
Dillon is an amazing name :) I love it! Is he number 3?! That's awesome :)
haha I feel like I'm the only one on booksie who knew that term! Me and my friends and family use it all the time :)
Haha she's a shy girl ;)
Thank you! I think I was just a little too descriptive in this story though :/ I had to shorten it SO much! It was heartbreaking :(
Wow, Thank you so much! That's amazing!
Haha I don't think so, I'm pretty content with the way it is, you know?
Of course!
Haha I really like that photo! The guy is acting JUST like Dillon would :)

Sun, August 7th, 2011 8:40pm


I read this the last day on my phone so it didn't seem as long, or well it looked smaller and absolutely loved it so I had to come back and compliment you on such an amazing story.
I love Maddy. She is kind of one of those universal girls who has seen heartbreak way too many times and is scared of love for that reason. I totally relate to her in ways.
As for Dillon; what can one say about that boy? He is perfect. We met him first and I thought he was going to be a proper bad boy douchebag but he is just the sweetest thing. When she asked him what love felt like and he said that was what he feels looking at her, I actually awed. It was so adorable because he knew how anti love she was so putting your heart out there is never easy. Bless him, he is just a lovely character.
Ha ha I loved the charades game. It reminded me of my friend who cannot be on the same team as me as we always whoop everyone's asses playing it and always get ridiculously excited just to win. I loved it!!
This story was fab so if you write anymore let me know, absolutely amazing!! :)
Annie xox

Wed, August 10th, 2011 5:56pm


haha yeah? Thank you!!
Maddy is probably my favorite character yet. She's more personable than any of the others.
Haha Dillon IS perfect :) I kind of intended him to be that way, but once I got to actually writing his part, I couldn't make him a douchebag.
haha I was totally swooning as I wrote that part! Aww I'm glad you think so, I completely agree but I am a bit biased.
Do you?? Lol I've never been very good at charades, I'm very much like Maddy in that respect!
Thank you so much, especially for coming back to the story with the purpose of commenting. It means so much to me.
Of course, thanks for reading!

Wed, August 10th, 2011 11:35am


Maddy and Dillan make the sweetest couple! I loved this story, so cute.
I’m glad Maddy finally believed in love at the end. I believe in love, and I believe that everyone has someone :D Do you?
I loved Dillan, I was totally swooning after him through the whole story, and he was such a gentleman! I l loved his and Maddy’s relationship.
Honest and sweet. That’s how every relationship should be… that’s what I believe anyways.
Tears were flowing non-stop! I know I’m such a big baby when it comes to these things! Lols, you should make this a novel! I loved this.
Every word and sentence made me smile. I loved Maddy and Dillan. And I especially love your writing, love. Please let me know when you write any other short stories? I’d love to read more of your work :)

Mon, August 22nd, 2011 1:22am


:D I'm so happy you think so!
So am I, it's hard to go through life without hoping for love. I really do. I mean, I think it's not necessarily one person, but many people. I think we're all made like a puzzle, and that just because you connect to another piece, doesn't mean it's the only piece you can connect with. However, that doesn't give anybody the right to connect with more than one piece at a time ;) Lol.
Really? I was swooning as I wrote about him. He was supposed to be this macho a**hole, but I just couldn't do it in the end.
I believe that too!
Were they?!! That's so sweet Erica! (I'm assuming that's your name... sorry if I'm wrong!) :D
I'm really flattered that you think so, but I like this so much better as a short story, you know? If I were to make it a novel, I'd probably try getting it published rather than post it on Booksie. I'm content with it :D
I love them too, they're very dear characters to me now!
Thank you so much!
I absolutely will! Thanks for reading!

Sun, August 21st, 2011 8:59pm


By the way that's me above, yep books just had to log me off when I needed to be log in the most:)

Thu, August 25th, 2011 8:08pm


hahahaha it's much appreciated!

Thu, August 25th, 2011 3:45pm

Sydney Starr

Aw did I just read the best story in the world?!? I think I just have… :] Their romance and passion for each other was very realistic, and very honest.
Maddy was all determined she’d never find love until Mr. Right comes along :]
I love these kinds of love stories. It’s as if dreams can come true, like in Cinderella and Sleepy Beauty. Ahh these stories always gets my hopes up!
Loved it so much :] Write another soon, love! I can’t wait. Oh, you should do another short story about Dillan and Maddy.
It’d be so cute, love! Let me know if you do, I’d be happy to read them all :]

Tue, August 30th, 2011 2:20am


Aww thank you so much!! That's so sweet of you to say, I'm flattered! :D
I'm glad you thought so, I wanted something relateable.
Do you? That's great then! I know, I love a happy ending :D
Thank you!!!!! I'm working on one, but I'm not sure when it'll be done.
haha you think? I'm not sure, but I'll definitely keep it in mind!

Mon, August 29th, 2011 10:50pm


:) kill me, love it!

Mon, September 5th, 2011 12:19pm


Oh no! lol thanks!

Mon, September 5th, 2011 8:38pm


aaahhhh totally loved it ! what a sweety Dill is .. I want one ! haha :P
really awesome story, i think the length was perfect for a short story because you still gave all the info and didn't leave out anything which I find a lot of short stories do on booksie

Tue, September 6th, 2011 9:56am


Haha I want a Dillon too!!! He's so great :)
I'm so happy! I was really afraid that it got too long :(
I felt the same way, though I wanted it a bit shorter... I just couldn't stop!

Tue, September 6th, 2011 6:16am


sooo adorablee !!!!! :D i just loved itt .... you made my dayy dear !!! :] goshh i love you o_O Lol . :P

Thu, September 22nd, 2011 11:24pm


Aww thank you!! I'm so glad you liked it! Really?! That's so awesome!!
You too!!

Fri, September 23rd, 2011 2:10pm

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