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Four months strike Twelve.
Today, I sat back, relaxed with my girlfriend.
Chapter 1
Next Exit 20 Miles. The gas meter inched it's way to the bottom as every mile sped by. Ryan leaned over to his right and looked into the side mirror while Jasmine was in the corner of his eye. "Fifteen more miles, hun." he said. He knew Jasmine hated it when he called her 'honey' or 'sweetheart', but yet he dared to tick her off.
Ryan was a curious, quiet man. This accounting apparel perfectionist longed after his promotion for a CGA. There were two things that Ryan was dedicated to; music and his family. Music was his everything, his passion. Everything he did, everywhere he went, there was music. Of course, someone who played three different instruments for eleven years straight wouldn't be able to let go of all that knowledge. Then came his family. The word 'quiet' no longer exists when his family is around. His cousin and his six bestest friends are the closest things he ever got as brothers and sisters in his 'only child' lifetime. Ever since highschool, they've stuck together and looked out for one another. Other than his seven friends, there was his blood family. A line of aunts and uncles, his Mom and Dad, and two cousins was his only family in Toronto.
Realistically, there's three things he ever cared about. Music, Family, and his fiance. Jasmine was the love of his life. Many difficult challenges were faced during these two's relationship. 'Jazz' was his nickname for her. At times, he couldn't even believe Jazz was going to be his soon-to-be wife, but if he could summarize all his feelings for this one women, it would still take him an hour and a half, maybe two.
"What the hell! Jazz, wake up! Haha." Ryan laughed. He had just noticed that all that time he was talking to a fiance in slumber. "Jazz, we're at the exit." he explained. Jazz woke up confused and looked around. Ryan stepped out of the car and inspected the tires of his car, thinking of the bumpiness of the last twenty mile drive. He walked to the passenger seat and opened Jazz's door. "Wake up already!" A slobbery kiss followed.
My chapter 1's gonna get owned by Chapter 2. I tried Steph! Some parts don't even make any sense lmfao.
Today, I sat back, relaxed with my girlfriend.
Chapter 1
Next Exit 20 Miles. The gas meter inched it's way to the bottom as every mile sped by. Ryan leaned over to his right and looked into the side mirror while Jasmine was in the corner of his eye. "Fifteen more miles, hun." he said. He knew Jasmine hated it when he called her 'honey' or 'sweetheart', but yet he dared to tick her off.
Ryan was a curious, quiet man. This accounting apparel perfectionist longed after his promotion for a CGA. There were two things that Ryan was dedicated to; music and his family. Music was his everything, his passion. Everything he did, everywhere he went, there was music. Of course, someone who played three different instruments for eleven years straight wouldn't be able to let go of all that knowledge. Then came his family. The word 'quiet' no longer exists when his family is around. His cousin and his six bestest friends are the closest things he ever got as brothers and sisters in his 'only child' lifetime. Ever since highschool, they've stuck together and looked out for one another. Other than his seven friends, there was his blood family. A line of aunts and uncles, his Mom and Dad, and two cousins was his only family in Toronto.
Realistically, there's three things he ever cared about. Music, Family, and his fiance. Jasmine was the love of his life. Many difficult challenges were faced during these two's relationship. 'Jazz' was his nickname for her. At times, he couldn't even believe Jazz was going to be his soon-to-be wife, but if he could summarize all his feelings for this one women, it would still take him an hour and a half, maybe two.
"What the hell! Jazz, wake up! Haha." Ryan laughed. He had just noticed that all that time he was talking to a fiance in slumber. "Jazz, we're at the exit." he explained. Jazz woke up confused and looked around. Ryan stepped out of the car and inspected the tires of his car, thinking of the bumpiness of the last twenty mile drive. He walked to the passenger seat and opened Jazz's door. "Wake up already!" A slobbery kiss followed.
My chapter 1's gonna get owned by Chapter 2. I tried Steph! Some parts don't even make any sense lmfao.