Ava takes a few steps in his direction until she’s right up in his face. “She put up a good fight. She screamed until the bitter end.”
Tyler grits his teeth and if I’m not mistaken, I think I see a few tears pooling in his eyes. He’s quiet for so long that I wonder if maybe he’s going to take the high road and just walk away. Too bad Ava sticks the knife in a little deeper by smiling brightly at him. That’s all it takes to push Tyler over the edge.
“YOU CRAB INFESTED CROTCH ROT! I was lying about those jeans the other day. They TOTALLY make your ass look fat!”
“YOU FUCKER! Did you just call me a fat-ass? YOU HAVE A SMALL PENIS!” Ava yells.
“I don’t have a small penis. Your vagina is just bigger than the fucking Grand Canyon!”
“I HATE YOU!” Ava screams.
“I HATE YOU MORE!” Tyler adds.
They both stand nose-to-nose, chests heaving and staring angrily at one another. I start to pull away from Charlotte to break up the fight when Tyler suddenly speaks.
“You’re so fucking hot. Your car or mine?”
“Mine. I parked closer.”
Ava grabs Tyler’s hand and drags him across the yard to the driveway.
“Those two are going to kill each other.” Charlotte sighs with a shake of her head as we watch them hustle away.
“At least they’re going to maim each other in her car. Tyler borrowed mine today, remember? I don’t think I can get severed head stains out of the upholstery.”
Now that we’re alone again, I turn back toward Charlotte and pull her close. There’s nothing better than being able to touch her and hold her whenever I want. Except for having sex with her. Having sex with her is definitely better.
Taking up where we left off before the tornado of Tyler and Ava came screaming through the yard, I lean my head down to Charlotte for a kiss. She quickly brings her hand up in front of my face to stop me.
“I know this whole thing is still kind of new with us, but I feel like I should tell you something really important. It might have a huge impact on our relationship,” she tells me softly.
“As long as you don’t tell me you have another fake, gay boyfriend somewhere, nothing else matters,” I laugh.
“No. Rocco is the only fake, gay boyfriend I will ever have. You can count on that.”
Charlotte takes a deep breath and spits it out. “The thing is, I never want to have children. I really like my vagina, and I’m pretty sure you do too. I have no desire to push a tiny little human out of it and destroy the poor thing forever.”
I stare at her in silence for a few seconds before one corner of my mouth turns up in a grin.
Fuck, do I love this girl.
“Good. Because I can’t stand kids. And the thought of your vagina turning into something that looks like finely sliced roast beef is not appealing to me at all.”
“Eeeew, that’s disgusting,” Charlotte replies, scrunching her nose up.
“Sorry, I heard my mom say that once and it’s always stuck with me,” I tell her.
Charlotte wraps her arms around my neck and stands up on her tiptoes. “Well, it’s a good thing your mom never felt like that about kids or you wouldn’t be here with me right now.”
I hear someone clear her throat and turn to see my mom standing next to us with a sheepish look on her face. “Yeah, about that …”
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(Undeniable #2)
Danny & Ripper’s Story!
(Undeniable #2)
Danny & Ripper’s Story
by
Madeline Sheehan
Copyright ? 2013 by Madeline Sheehan
“No sooner met but they looked,
no sooner looked but they loved,
no sooner loved but they sighed,
no sooner sighed but they
asked one another the reason,
no sooner knew the reason
but they sought the remedy …”
—William Shakespeare
I don’t believe in fate. I firmly believe that life is what you make of it, that life will react to your actions, and that your final destination has nothing to do with destiny but instead everything to do with the choices you make along the way.
With one exception.
Love.
There are no rules when it comes to love.
Love is not a reaction or an action; it is not a destiny or a choice.
Love is a feeling, a real, raw, and unscripted emotion so sensationally pure, unable to dull even under the strain of a world against it, strong enough to heal the broken and warm even the coldest of hearts.
Innate.
Unavoidable.
Undeniable.
And sometimes, love is unconventional and it breaks all the rules and blurs all the lines and basks in its glory, shining as bright as the sun, unapologetically glowing even under the narrowed stares of society and its screaming, self-righteous morals, berating and judging that which it doesn’t understand.
The first time I fell in love, it was with a pair of blue eyes and a wide, dimpled grin.