The Shade's Of You

He came in like a storm, destroying and demolishing everything in his path and changing everything she's ever stood and lived by. She was his Amante. He was her King. And together they explored each other physically, mentally, and emotionally, they unraveled each other in ways no other could. But happiness doesn't last long, we all know that. -When the hardworking, good girl, Sophia Rose is asked to house her childhood friend's, best friend- she's reluctant, knowing full well that a male staying in her apartment would cause news to flood around town.  But when a crazy night out with her best friend turns into dancing with strangers and kissing a hot, green-eyed man, covered in tattoos against a wall- her feelings flow.  What happens when this hot hunk turns out to be her expected guest?  - Will his hand

Sophia.  God, I could kill my best friend right about now. I can not believe that she would literally ship me off with a complete stranger because she wants to spend the night with her boyfriend. I couldn't argue though. She didn't know about my hate for the stranger.  Okay well- maybe that isn't fully true, his hardly a stranger. I have danced, kissed and touched this man, slapped him twice even. In fact, I've even agreed to open up my house to this guy before meeting him.  "This way, sweet cheeks." He gestures with his head to the right side of the parking lot and the smug look that's on his face annoys me. "Don't look so angry." He says. "Don't call me that or tell me what to do!" I snap. He chuckles and raises up an eyebrow, again smirking at me. I ignore him and continue to silently follow behind his tall figure. It's is o

Sophia.  Mr. and Mrs. Mckenzie had come home early today, an hour to be exact, so what the hell am I doing standing outside their house for the last twenty minutes like a creeper? Maybe it's the roses that line around the small two-story house or the way the grass looks just the same as it did two years ago or could it be the memories of my mother nursing her tears and silent cries under that tree by the side of the house? It was where she hid when she didn't want me to know but of course, I knew. I always did know. I quickly wipe away my falling tears and turn back around towards the direction of my house, it's about a ten to fifteen-minute walk from here. My eyes take in my surroundings as I take my time to walk back. I watch as little kids run around, some tugging on their parents and others with friends. I smile at the sight, even when I see a dog chasing after his tail but

Sophia.  Tonight is cold and the dark sky above cover us in a cold blanket, I know this because of the wind that swirls around me, almost testing me for wearing shorts and a tank.  But really, if I had known I would shiver my ass out throughout the night then I would never have come out at all, instead, I would have stayed home and cuddled into my blankets of warmth and my bed of endless comfort. I scoff at myself, Lily would never allow that to happen for two reasons mostly, one being that this is the first time ever that I actually agreed to something like this or agreed to going out at all and second being that I agreed in the first place because I never say yes to her advances. Me saying yes was, still is, a big thing for her.  And I highly doubt she's over it yet.  She and Jake have been screaming, drunk, at me being

Sophia.  “She keeps calling, maybe you should just answer and get it over with?” Lily says again, she's a bit sober now, and I groan because a sober best friend is a right best friend. “Or text her, tell her you're busy or something.” She adds.  I nod my head and reach for my phone, I answer accept and start walking towards the car park for more privacy since it's most likely going to be deserted, considering the lake is almost too crowded right now, and my corrections are absolutely right when I find the place empty, not a living person in sight, well besides myself.  “Roxanne?” I say into the phone that awaits my doom of an aunt who won't leave me alone! “I was asleep, what do you want?” I ask when she doesn't respond. “Ah, Sophia, how are you doing? I would say I'm sorry for disturbing your sleep but from the bac