My Life - Original Writing

What started with the intent to be nothing more than a peck soon became a total makeout session. By the time he’d carried me to the bedroom, we were both rock hard and full of desire. Before letting myself sleep, we got intimate.

Well, when don't I feel awkward, I mean more awkward than usual. That fluttery feeling was still there, not any worse but still there.

I woke up on the very edge of my bed my blankets tossed on the floor and my head buried into a pillow. I groaned as I pushed myself off the bed picking up the blankets and laying them on the mattress. I stretched my arms and yawned as I walked over to my bathroom and twisting the knobs trying to find a perfect temperature.

“Stop apologising to me, you don’t need to, sweety” she consoles me with her soft, mesmerising voice.

I batted my eyelashes lined with sleep. For a moment, I was disoriented to where I was. I felt around the soft bed, waving around my arms frantically. The area next to we was cold; Ross was gone. I pushed my senses to get up, tempting myself with visions

I was wearing one of my pure white sleeveless nightgowns and my hair had been placed into one neat ponytail. I yawned as I walked over to my large bedroom door and opened it slowly.

I understand. And I’m not mad.” That was a lie, but it would have to do for now. “I just really need to know what you said to him. What he said to you.”

“I’ll be all right,” he whispered, covering his face with his hands, “It is my fault.”

“ I just wanted to apologize for bullying both of you. It’s been so long now and I’m very sorry.” Josh

"What happened to my father and I is not your fault, Finn. There's no need for you to apologize. You couldn't have done anything if you tried."

“Listen, if it’s something I said I just want to apologize. I want to start off on the right foot so we can get a good grade on this project. I also want to become friends with you.” said Chay.

“Don’t you ever do that again,” he whispered in my ear, my arms wrapped around him to hug him back when a sharp pain went up my arm. I hissed, and he pulled back.

“S-So...” He pauses for a moment. Apologising was never an easy thing for Rafael to do. All he knew was he had to. “Sorry for being rude to you before and thank you for bringing me home.”

Stopping at the frightened and confused look John was giving him, Roy trailed off, “I’m sorry.”

The simple word shattered Abbi’s heart. “Sam, don’t. I’m the one who should be apologizing. My mouth just runs free when my temper is up. Mom always said she was going to duct tape my mouth when she saw me losing it.”