You Are The Most Beautiful Thing In

His Skin Was A Pretty Colour, It Made Me Jealous. Jacob Noticed My Scrutiny. What?" He Asked, Suddenly Self-conscious. "nothing. I Just Hadn't Realised Before. Did You Know, You're Sort Of Beautiful?" Once The Words Slipped Out, I Worried That He Might Take My Implusive Observation The Wrong Way. But Jacob Rolled His Eyes. "you Hit Your Head Pretty Hard, Didn't You?" "i'm Serious." Well, Then, Thanks. Sort Of." I Grinned. "you're Sort Of Welcome.

I Will Always Tell You The Truth.

Stop Being So...optimistic, Its Getting On My Nerves." "no Problem. Do You Want Me To Be All Gloom And Doom Or Just Shut Up?" "just Shut Up." "can Do." "really? Doesn't Seem Like It." -jacob And Seth

Bring On The Shackles - I'm Your Prisoner

When I Was 8, I Was Reading 'gone With The Wind' And 'pride And Prejudice' And All That, Not Knowing It Wasn't My Reading Level.