I have known this girl for a little while, but not really hung out that much. She just got out of a long relationship and is already seeing another guy for the past month. The other night me, her, and two other of our mutual friends that are girls went out.

We went out to eat first and I can tell she is doing a little flirting with a couple of her comments when she says "there are a lot of guys here, but we are with the best looking one". Then the other two girls get up and go to the bathroom and she stays at the table with me and we talk the entire time they are gone. Then she asks me if I have ever tasted a certain type of beer and when I say no she says well I will buy one so you can taste it. Later she brings up a comment I made when we were hanging out 2 weeks earlier that was very funny.

After that we go to a bar and we are talking and she just all of a sudden says "do you have my phone number?". And she says anytime you need to stay where I live for work or anything else you can stay at my place. Later on we are just hanging out with a group of people and she hugs onto me and gives me a kiss on the cheek and starts rubbing on my back. As we are leaving the bar to go to another one and hugs onto me again and tells me I am very funny.

When we are going to the next bar and are waiting in line at the door she hugs up on me again and kisses me on the cheek but much closer to the lips this time and gives me that look. Then as we are going in the door they ask her if we were together, which we were not, and she says yes and pays my cover. When we get into the bar she moves over in her stool and tells me come sit there beside her. Once I sit down she starts rubbing on my lower back again. Then when the other two girls go out to the dance floor she stays back and hangs out with me. Then she we start dancing together and she is running her hands on my chest and back and then hugs onto me again and gives me another kiss on the cheek, but very close to the lips again.

Then the guy she is seeing right now comes in and she ends up going over to him and that was the end of it. I am very confused at what I need to do. I don’t know if this guy she is seeing is just sort of a rebound guy or if she is serious with him. I really do like this girl and don’t want to mess up any friendship we would have in the future. Any help would be great.

ok, for those who are not familiar, my wife caught me cheating with my girlfriend at a restaurant.she attacked me and beat the dog sh!t out of my girlfriend for refusing to leave.she sold my car that was in her name, maxed out my cards and took the furniture,dogs and kids and left.she shut off all utilities to our house too. she wouldn’t talk to me, but my girlfriend and her friends went to my wife’s job yesterday. my girlfriend went thru my call records online and phoned my wife. she went to her job last night to pick a fight with her for the bar incident. supposedly, my wife pulled out some kind of blade or razor and swung it at my girlfriend and cut her cheek,and commeneced to whooping her as$ again.my wife’s coworker called police and they came and took my girlfriend to jail and questioned her friends and gave them fines for causing a disturbance.my wife came to my mother’s house with the kids after this happened. my wife pushed past my mother and went to my room and punched me in the face, with our kids standing right behind her.she cussed me out saying things like: "I hate you, you’re worthless and a whore. F^ck u and that b!tch u were f**king.If she comes to me again with the BS I’ll shoot the b!tch! I’m not to be f^cked with!" Then i tried to talk and explain and she put her finger in my face and said, "You say something and i’ll f^ck u up again! all this bullshit and drama because u can’t be a man about you and urs and keep ur d!ck where it belongs!" The kids were crying, she was crying and she stormed out. she slammed the door so hard behind her that the wall shook. i’m distraught.my girlfriend is in jail and i have no money to post her bond, as my wife took all the money out of our accounts and closed them.i keep calling her crying to her, begging for another chance and she said,"Nope you blew.F^ck u and if it don’t concern the kids don’t f*cking call me or i’ll put your as$ in jail." that last call was two hours ago. i’m really sorry i screwed up.she wants a divorce, saying i knew what i was doing and it wasn’t a mistake and she’s not my fool anymore. anybody ever been in this situation before? how did u handle it?

"Grandparents"

"Hi, Grandpa." Andy greeted his grandpa as he walked through the archway that led into the living room.

His grandpa Boris was an eighty-eight year old World War II veteran. He sat in his gray recliner with his feet propped onto the stool.

"You want anything?" Andy asked dutifully, bringing him a newspaper for him to read.

"Yes, sonny." Grandpa Boris said happily. "I would like Pepsi."

"You don’t need any Pepsi." Andy’s father, Ethan said, entering from the dining room. "Water would be just fine."

He was tall, wore horn-rimmed glasses, and was dressed in a gray suit.

Ethan was worried about his parent’s health and made sure they wouldn’t eat or drink anything that would corrupt it.
Grandpa Boris grunted. "I come all the way from Israel to see you and you won’t even let me have one can of soda?"

Andy snickered. His dad was treating his grandpa like… well… Andy himself.

"Fine." Ethan sighed. "One can. No more for the rest of today."

"That’s more like it." said Grandpa Boris.

Andy went into the kitchen to fetch him a can of Pepsi. In the kitchen, he found his Grandma Esther sitting at the table reading a book. Her glasses were sliding off of her nose.

"Hey, grandma." Andy said, walking over to give her a kiss on the cheek.

"Well, hello, Anthony." she said in her weak voice. She was seventy-nine and in worse shape than his grandpa. A tube was coming out of her nose and she sat in a wheelchair.

"How was school?"

"Good." Andy said, getting a Pepsi can from the refrigerator. "Never better."

"That’s good." she said, trying to keep her glasses on her face.

Andy had to help her.

"I saw my mother today." she continued. "She told me to tell you hi."

Oh, God.

Her mother has been dead for thirty-six years.

"Oh, that’s nice." Andy said, going along with his grandma. "Tell her I said the same thing."

"Okay!" she said eagerly.

"Bye, grandma." he said, kissing her once more. "Love you."

"Love you too, sweetie."

Andy felt sad for his Grandma. She had Alzheimer’s Disease. She was getting weaker and weaker every day. He wished there was cure for Alzheimer’s.

He handed his grandpa his Pepsi and sat in the chair across from him. His school day had been good. He was now officially going out with Palma and didn’t even seem to be as bothered by Monica going out with Kaleb than he did before. He had tons of homework to do, but he was going to work on it later.

"So tell me." Grandpa Boris started, leaning over in his seat. "What did you learn today?"

"Well, not much." Andy said truthfully. "Just about catalyst causing a chemical reaction."

"That’s right." Grandpa Boris said proudly. "You get that smartness from me. Don’t you forget it, either."

He won’t.

Just then, Ariel emerged from upstairs. She smiled at grandpa and then at Andy.

"Hi, grandpa!" she chirped, giving him a huge hug. "So glad you guys are stays for another couple of days."

"No problem, pretty lady." Grandpa Boris said, giving her a peck on the cheek. "Are you in college yet?"

"No." Ariel said, shifting back and forth. "I don’t start until September."

"Where are you going to?"

"Purdue."

"Ah," Grandpa Boris said, adjusting his glasses on his nose. "Smart young lady, you are."

Ariel beamed. "Thanks, grandpa. I have to go now, I’m meeting Randy at Starbucks."

Randy was Ariel’s boyfriend. Andy didn’t like him very much. Every time Ariel would get a boyfriend, it would affect his and Ariel’s time together. Sure he and his sister may tease each other, but he still loved her anyway. Althought he didn’t really show it to his friends, family was one of his favorite words.
It’s not going to be like this throughout the whole story. The story I’m writing is almost over and this is one of the few chapters I have left. This is only a subplot to give the character a complex meaning.

My wife is always in the mood. Moisture never departs her. She is a leading manufacturer of female lubrication.

But it takes a clip of Screech, from Saved by the Bell, to make her orgasm. Sometimes we start our connection in the kitchen, or on the stairs, or by the fireplace, or in the swing, but when she wants to get her orgasm, we have to go to our bedroom, where the DVD player is.

We have a water bed, so I bought a queening stool. She gets in the stool and raises her rump high in the air. But before I get back there and plunge into her, I have to turn the television on and get the remote for her.

It’s humiliating. The clip lasts five seconds, but she’s designed the clip to replay itself over and over. It’s a scene where Screech gives Lisa (the black girl) a kiss on the cheek.

And that’s it. After about a minute of watching the clip run over and over, she drizzles out a triumphant orgasm.

Are any other women this way?

I know its about Jonas Brothers, but i’ll change it later. I was obsessed with them when I began writing this. I’ve written several of these, so please tell me what you think! Basically its about a girl whose best friends with the Jonas Brothers and her parents die. I’ll post more later…

I flipped the television remote over and over in my hands repeatedly.
Mum walked in the room and sat on the couch, going through her handbag.
“What are you going to do today, sweetie?”
I shrugged.
“Something will come up. I think I’m babysitting Frankie. I’ll go over soon.”
“Okay. Well. I’m working till 7. Your father is working till 9. I’ll pick up some dinner on my way home. So I’ll see you tonight, baby.”
I nodded and smiled.
“Sounds good.”
“Bye Hannah. I love you.”
She kissed my cheek and opened the door.
“Love you too.”
I heard the car pull out of the driveway and I stared at the figures on the screen.

Oh hi. Someone’s reading this. I’m Hannah Fraser. I’m a sixteen year old that lives in California. Next door lives my friends, the Jonas Brothers. Well, I hardly refer to them as that. Usually, it’s just the Jonas family. My parents have been best friends with the Jonas parents since they all went to high school together. Ever since then, our families have been inseparable. Denise and Paul, the parents, have four children. Kevin, Joe, Nick and Frankie. Kevin’s 21, Joe’s 18, Nick’s 16 and Frankie’s 8. They’re my best friends. It’s funny. Nick and I have literally known each other since birth. We have the same birth date. Our parents had us in the same hospitals. Joe and Kevin have been in my life forever. I can’t remember anything without them in it.
And Frankie. Well he’s the little brother I never had. The Jonas’ are practically family. Now we live next door to each other.

I looked at the clock. 9.30. Kevin might be up. I switched the TV off and headed to the Jonas house. The hot air hit my face the minute I walked outside. If Kevin hasn’t put the air con on, I’ll tackle him.
I reached the house and opened the door. Denise and Paul were sitting on the couch, Frankie on the floor with some Lego.
“Hey Hannah. How are you sweetheart?” Denise smiled and stood up.
“Hi Denise. I’m good. Aren’t the boys up?”
“No. You can wake them though.”
I shook my head.
“Hey Paul.”
“Hi Hannah. How’d you sleep?”
“Good thanks.”
I sat beside Frankie on the floor, and he jumped in my lap.
After ten minutes of building towers with Frankie, Denise and Paul came into the room.
“Well Hannah, we’re taking Frankie down to the shops. We’ll probably be back in two or three hours. Might grab some lunch. Do you wanna come?” Denise looked around for her bag.
I looked at her.
“Um. No thanks. I’ll hang here until one of the boys get up. Frankie, you leave the Lego. I’ll pack it up.”
Denise smiled as Frankie ran to her and Paul.
“Thanks, sweetheart. You’re a doll. We’ll be back then. Tell the boys when they get up.”
I nodded.
“Sure thing.”
They left and I packed up the Lego.
What was the time? Almost ten past ten.
I ran up the stairs and opened Joe’s door.
Joe was practically my best friend. Nick and Kevin were my best friends too, but I was closest to Joe.
He was slumped over his bed, snoring lightly.
His dark hair had fallen over his eyes, and his blue blanket had fallen off him.
Joe’s computer was still on. I’d finished talking to him on AIM at about eleven last night; I guessed he hadn’t gone to bed as early as me.
I walked to him, wondering how I should wake him.
“Joe.” I shook his shoulder and he snored louder. “Joe! Come on!” I shook him harder and he snored louder and louder.
“Ugh!” I said, making a crying noise.
Then an idea hit me. I went straight to Frankie’s room and stepped through the mess of toys.
“Yes!” I said as I picked up the blow horn. “Perfect.”
As I entered Joe’s room, I pressed the button on the horn firmly.
Joe shot up and blocked his ears.
“Good. You’re up.”
Joe threw his head back and wiped his eyes.
He sighed and I sat next to him.
“What time did you go to bed? God. You look like a zombie.”
Joe glared at me.
“What happened to a gentle wake up?” He complained.
“I did try to wake you but you snored really loud! So come on and get up. I’m bored.”
Joe stood up, grabbing my hand.
We went down to the kitchen and I slid into one of the kitchen stools.
“Are you hungry, little miss?” Joe asked.
“Nah. I’m good. What time did you stay up till last night?”
“Only about 11.30. It was boring without having you to talk to. Holy crap. It’s hot in here.”
He put some juice on the bench and slipped his shirt off.
“We need air con.” Joe grabbed the remote and pressed a button. “Hannah.”
I looked at him.
“What?”
He pressed another button.
“It won’t turn on.”
“Press the big red button that says on.”
“Right. I knew that.”
He pressed the right button and the beeping noise signalled it was on.
The rest of the day was average, kind of boring actually.
For god friggin sake, I said that I’m changing the friggin Jonas Brothers thing! I’m not even a fan of the Jonas Brothers any more, I used to be and I couldn’t bother changing the names yet. So what, if its Jonas Brothers though, that has nothing to do with my writing style or how I write a story. If you are gonna say something just about Jonas Brothers then don’t bother even com menting because I will report you. Now F*** off you Jonas Brother haters because you have nothing better to do.

okay, this is completely and totally a rough draft for the beginning of the preface of my book. read it. tell me what you think and what can be done to improve it. by the way, his name is "vincent". violet just cant correctly pronounce the name yet. and remember, this is a rough draft, it isnt perfect. im just posting on here for suggestions for improvement. thanks.

“Violet, get down from there!” Sofia called, with an edge of panic in her voice. Sofia swiftly took Violet in her arms and held her tightly against her chest. The determined child, who had been standing on top of a bar stool in the middle of the kitchen, was trying to climb onto the kitchen counter, struggled against her mother’s grasp. “What were you doing up there? You could have fallen and hurt yourself!” Violet squirmed in her mother’s arms and then threw her tiny hands up in exasperation.
“I was trying to put this on the Bince’s cake!” she exclaimed, as if her intentions should have been obvious. In each hand she had some birthday candles. Sofia laughed and kissed her gently on the cheek.
“Honey, I told you to wait for me before you put the candles on, didn’t I?”
“I wanna do it! I’m big enough, Mommy. I’m six now! Come on! I’m big enough. I’m not five anymore!” Violet whined as she pouted in the direction of her older brother’s birthday cake. Sofia carried her into the living room. She sat in the recliner and set Violet on her lap angling her daughter’s face toward her own. Of course Violet was big enough. Her mother was overprotective at times, and it annoyed Violet. She just didn’t want anything bad to happen to her daughter. She had always done everything in her power to keep her children safe and she always would.
“You want to grow up so badly, don’t you?” she sighed as she combed her fingers through Violet’s curls.
“Yeah! I wanna be bigger! Like Bince! He’s big, so he gets to do everything!” She crossed her arms. It just didn’t seem fair to Violet that her brother got to be big and she didn’t.
“You will be big soon enough. Too soon, actually.” she stroked her cheek admiring the beauty of her precious child.
“But I want to be big now. . .” She
“I know you do But can you please tell me what’s so bad about being six?”
“Being short!” Sofia laughed at the scowl on Violet’s face.
“Well, that may be something you’ll have to get used to.” She said thinking of her own height. Five feet tall. And considering how much Violet’s features resembled her mother’s, it would not be surprising if they ended up being around the same height. Her ebony hair had the same spiraling, wavy curls. Her skin had the same pale cream complexion. They both shared the same startling shade of sapphire blue eyes. They even had the same dimples.
“Can I put the candles on now?”
“I guess,” Sofia said with a sigh, suddenly distracted from her reverie.
okay, i just noticed the run on sentence in the second sentence, just ignore that. i’ll fix it.
**third sentence
oh, and im only 17