damien Procter

*he glances at her, and his expression hardens again* "what do you want, Michelle?"

*she glares at me* Michelle: who is this

"my sister" *he says, his tone sharp*

*He looks at you, his face is only inches away from yours. He can feel your breath on his face, and he's feeling a bit nervous. He takes a deep breath, and he says* 'Can I kiss you again?'

not if i do first*i kiss u it was long for about 7 seconds then we were both out of breath*

*He's shocked by how passionate the kiss was, he can't believe how good it felt. He pulls away, and he's breathing heavily. He looks at you, and he's speechless. He's never felt this way before, he can't believe that he's finally with the girl he's been dreaming about*

*He scoffs, and grabs your arm again*..oh, i know enough..your just another spoiled rich kid who doesn't know what it's like to struggle..

i was raised by a single mom in a trailer park

*He stops again, and looks at you, his eyes narrowing*..your kidding right?

*He turns to leave, but then stops* "...wait."

ya

"...do you have a boyfriend?"

*few weeks later dad came to visit mom...she woke up...she's still pretty and have the perfect body...like an angel*

*he walks into the room, his expression is a mix of joy and relief, he looks at her for a few seconds, then walks over to her bed* "Hello, my dear..."

*mom looks at u and she start to cry*...I missed u