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Chapter 6 : Steamy Miscalculations 

"Stupid, arrogant bastard! Who does he think he is?!" Edward had drug the slightly taller teen behind him all the way back to Central, he was still angry from the coffee toko incident, though he couldn't really understand why. They had arrived back home, but her wrist was still locked firmly in Edward's grasp. "Would anda calm down, he was just trying to be nice. He offered to buy me a new one." Edward whipped his head around, his pony-tail grazing across Charlotte's nose. "That's not the point!" She shrunk back, feeling smaller than Edward appeared. "He spilled...

Ours is not made
Of mawar and candles
Or daydreams dipped
In sunset's gold.
Ours is not spun of fairytale's flax
Or starry gazes to fix and hold.

For candlelight flickers and mawar wither
And dreams, however sweet,
Will yield to dawn.

No.

Ours is the unromantic romance.

Sprawling, stubborn, untidy,
Covered in bruises and rumput stains.

But
A soft and subtle warmth creeps in,
Slowly,
To temper the rough edges.

We menelan back fear to taste the change;
And with clouts and embraces applied when necessary,
We steer our friendship into deeper waters

For ours is the journey
Comprised of pain and promises,
Tears...