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A Simple Game of TagGeirmund plonked himself down on the steps and started scratching behind his ear.
Kim: *watching Rai practice and sighs because she has a secret love for him*
Raimundo stopped after he landed and rested his hands on his knees, panting as his brother watched his also.
Kim: *thoughts* oh he is so hawt
Raimundo wiped the sweat off his brow and made his way to his brother before noticing Kimiko staring at him.
Kim: *thought* oh no, he saw me, act casual *leans on the tree and looks at the sky*
Raimundo blinked then slowly shrugged and continued going over to Geir, setting himself down beside him he glanced at Kim now and then.
Kim: *still talking in her head* I know he knows I love him
Slowly, Rai booted Geir off the step and looked at him, telling him to leave via eye-contact, Geir grumbled but did as he was asked.
Kimiko was very nervous because the guy she loved probably knows she loves him.
Raimundo leant back onto the step behind him, "Hey Kim?"
Kimiko looked a Rai slightly, "Hi Rai."
Raikim HalloweenThe Princess of His Fairytales
It was October 31st, the afternoon of a common holiday known as Halloween. Children of ALL ages know the night as the night where they get pounds, and pounds of luscious, mouth watering candy, just by ringing somebodys doorbell and asking Trick or Treat?.
Some people also call it The Day of the Dead, and tell eerie tales about ghosts, goblins, and witches. Normally its an older teen teasing a younger child by telling them about a haunting taking place in a large, bloodcurdling house that was across the street, though, it was never true.
Young girls often dressed as their favorite princess or fairytales. Theyd be twirling around with their candy bucket, and their dresses that they had bought, and or made as a costume, carefree happiness running a marathon through their veins.
And when she was younger, Kimiko had always dreamed of having that magnificent costume, and that beautiful plastic tiara. Though,
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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