More Snippets!!~ Because it’s summer, my brain died~

Snippets for the win, am I right?? I know you’re all probably thinking, “Wow, she couldn’t think of anything else to put up here.” And you are absolutely totally completely… right. I’m still deciding what I’m gonna do over the summer on here. We shall see my darlings, we shall see.((Tell me if you have any ideas cause I need them.))  Anyway, snippets, for all of you. 


Ellis blinks a few times then bites her lip as her cheeks turn bright red. I just stare, how? How does this even happen?

“How in the heck would someone buy twenty boxes of Ninja Turtle fruit snacks?” I ask in a voice of utter confusion, “I sent you there for salsa.”

“But this is better.” She smiles weakly. “I mean, have you had these before, amazing, absolutely-”

“A waste of money?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Phoenix, you’re over reacting. I’ll probably eat these all in a week anyway,” She rolls her eyes.

“You are so going on a diet,” I rub the back of my neck, “How much did this all cost?”

“It was on sale so… 70 bucks?” She cringes. I fall onto the couch.

“How did I get stuck with you?” I groan. Roan walks in, his hair as wild as usual.

“Cause you love me,” He says, sitting next to me, giving me a huge fake smile.

“More than I love Ellis right now,” I shrug.

“Hey!” Ellis pouts at me.

“Yo, what did you do?” Roan turns to Ellis, his golden eyes gleaming with a smile.

“I bought a lot of fruit snacks,” She murmurs, “The Ninja Turtle ones.”

“I told her to get salsa,” I sigh. Roan gets up, looking at all the boxes, spilling out of the pantry.

“Sick!” He grins, “Phoenix, why do you care? This is like a thousand percent better than salsa.”

“Gosh dang it not you too,” I sigh. Roan throws a package at my head and he dumps one in his mouth.

“I could literally get high on these.” He mumbles, mouth full. I sigh and open the pouch he threw at me. I eat a couple and roll my eyes again. Not gonna lie, they are pretty good.


OK, another one! Tell me what you think below!!


I blink slowly and peer at the guy at the counter. What did he say? I forgot my glasses at home so I can barely see and apparently now I’m deaf too. I didn’t sleep all night, I have a paper due in like an hour. And forgot about it because… I’m me. Anyway, it’s an amazing paper but only because it took me like 4 hours to do the outline only. You can imagine how long the rest of it took.

“5.99 is your total,” He repeated, looking bugged.

“Oh,” I nod and hand him the money, then mumble, “Keep the change.”

“Thanks, what’s your name?” He asks.

“Legend,” I murmur. He nods and scribbles it on the cup. I walk to the crowd of people who all seem to think their coffee is more important than my coffee. I stick my hands in my oversized hoodie and peer at the counter. Holy heck this is going to take forever.

Ten years later, I get my coffee. Sure I have a family and am going to retire soon but at least I have my coffee. The guy just hands it to me. And before I even check the name or the label, I take a huge sip. No. No. No. I run to a trash can and spit it out. Oh my lord no. I let out a moan and I couple people look in my direction. I glare at them. This day could not get any worse. This is not my coffee. And who ever was drinking this coffee, did not put an extra three shots in it. They didn’t even put one extra shot. This coffee is weaker than my push ups. I look around. I need to find whoever took my coffee. I don’t think I’ve ever looked harder for anything all my life. I search through the people, checking their cups. Then I ask at the counter. They said they already gave it out. I groan and walk outside. Look wildly. My eyes land on a guy who is waving at someone. Oh. He’s waving at me? It’s blurry but yea, I think he’s waving at me. I wave back. Kinda happy that he’s waving, maybe I know him. He shoots his hand back down. Crap. I don’t know him. But he’s holding a coffee. A big coffee. My coffee. I pray. I run up to him. He looks terrified.

“Lemme see your cup,” I say quickly, my head pounding. If I don’t get my coffee I’m going to die. I pull the label close to my face. “Oh thank the heavens.”

“What are you doing?” He asks slowly.

“This is yours,” I had him the water coffee, “You have a terrible taste.”

“What?” He frowns. Now that I can actually see him, he’s kinda cute. Thick curly black hair and deep ebony skin.

“I’m Legend,” I stick my hand out as I chug the coffee, “You stole my coffee and left me with a weak decoy.”

“Okay…” He blinks a few times but doesn’t question it. “I’m Roan.”

“Roan?” I peer at him.

“Your name is literally Legend, don’t even start,” He gives me a look.

“Touche.” I nod, “Thanks for my coffee.”

“You’re welcome,” He sighed.

“See you around?” I ask.

“Probably not, I try to avoid mentally disturb people,” He says with a scoff. Then walks away. I take another sip, gosh this is so good.


So yea! Those weren’t really snippets because they’re not actually in the book but they were fun so I hope you liked it. 


Not like you

There so many people in the world.

Yet without you….

None of them seem to matter

So many people

Yet none of them are like you

As those many people rush by me…

I can only think of you

Because you are the one who stuck by me.

You’re the one who made the memories

You’re the one who decided to stay

You’re the one who actually cared

And sure. Some of the others care. But they don’t care like you do.

Because even halfway accross the country.

You care enough to ask why I’m crying.

Part Six~ Why Am I Here~


Yooooo. I’m here. And I will be posting more because I don’t have school and I’m so sorry I disappeared, that wasn’t nice of me. Anyway, please enjoy this next part of the story and feel free to read the rest. ❤

The second we hear the sirens, both Legend and Ellis sprint into the garage and lock the door behind them. As the plan, the one I wasn’t aware of, calls for. I sigh and check my bag. A small flask sits inside. I start to hear footsteps. I open the flask and pour most of its contents down my throat. I throw the bag in the bushes as I try to look as drunk as possible. My throat burns and my mouth tastes awful  but it should work. Looking like a lost drunk kid in the middle of a big city is like looking like an grape in the middle of vineyard. I could just say I set off the alarm by accident and the cops will probably let me off easy. They come around the corner and I make my eyelids heavy, my stance confused.

“Hey! Hands up!” One of them yells, there’s only two. I slowly put my hands up, peering at them. “What are you doing here?”

“I…” I look around, “I don’t know.”

“Name?” The man barks, I blink rapidly. Name? Name? What’s a good name? I cuss silently, I usually have a list of good fake names but nothing is coming up.

“Um…” I slur my words, “Max Daye.”

“Right, come on.” He mutters. “Where’s your house?”

“What?” I almost forget to slur, why does he want to know my address?

“I’ll bring you home, you’re drunk,” He looks tired, bored. Like he’d much rather be doing something else. Yea well, I feel about the same way buddy.

“I’m not… d-drunk,” I mutter. Fact, drunk people don’t really ever admit their drunk. Another fact, this guy most likely had a kid who gets drunk a lot. An extra fact for your pleasure, I don’t have an address anywhere near here.

“C’mon kid, let’s get you home,” He pats my shoulder. I nod dumbly. Then shake my head. No wait. I have a better plan. I stop dead in my tracks and look up.

“I uh…” I stumble over my words. I am an actually idiot. Maybe more of an idiot than the dunk kid I’m pretending to be. “I uh, live up there. ”

“For real?” HE scoffs, looking up. “That’s quite  a place.”

“Well… It’s my sister’s I live with her.” I mumble. “She’s rich.”

“Oh. Um, okay,” The police man nods then turns toward the door. “I guess we’re going up there.”

“I can do it…” I murmur. “I can make it up, it’s floor 9.”

“You sure?” He asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Really… sure,” I stumble purposefully over my words then start to walk into the building.

“You need help kid?” He asked again. I shook my head.

“My sister is waiting for me. I gotta go,” I walk through the door before he can answer then get into the elevator. If he follows, he won’t be able to find me in the elevator. Hopefully. After a few minutes, I go back to the bottom floor. The building is dimly lit and there’s no one at the front desk. Which is a miracle, because they would ask questions. The police officer is gone so I make my way back to the garage. Just blindly looking. After almost an hour of looking for the garage, I find it. I run inside and start looking for Ellis and Legend, trying to avoid any cameras in case Ellis hadn’t;t disabled them. I started to run. I needed to find them. What if they got caught? This was bad? Why did I let Legend rope me into this? Why did I ask Ellis to do this? I was a jerk. Worse than a jerk. I was a- a-

“Phoenix!” Ellis exclaims as we fall onto the floor. Relief floods every vein in my body and I take a deep breath. “Oh my god I could kiss you.”

“Feel free,” I chuckle, heaving air in and out of my lungs. “Where’s Legend?”

“She’s watching the car. I was gonna come look for you,” Her cheeks are red as she pulls herself off me. She helps me up. “Oh my gosh, I thought you were arrested.”

“No, but I could be if you aren’t quieter,” I roll my eyes. I can’t help but smile a little. Her hair is scattered everywhere and make up smudged around the corners of her eyes.

“Why do you smell like whiskey?” She asks suddenly, head cocked.

“Doesn’t matter. Let’s go,” I grab her hand and we go back to the car. It feels so natural, her hadn’t in mine, her voice whispering in my ear, my voice whispering back. Both of us out of breath and flushed.

“Hey! You’re back!” Legend golf claps, her hands making virtually no sound. Her eyes go from my face to our hands and then she smiles. “I couldn’t get the lock myself, can you do it?”

“Yea,” I nod vigorously and drop Ellis’ hand. Legend hands me the lock picks and I get to work. It only takes a few minutes until the lock pops upward and I open the door. Legend grins. “Almost done.”

“Ellis, get in. Phoenix, you drive. I’m in the back because I’m taking a nap.” She opens the back door and slides in. The car is ridiculous. The seats alone probably cost more than my life. Not to mention the paint job. It’s covered in a million different colors, splattered on. Not really classy but… hecking cool. Ellis climbs in the passenger seat and looks at me, smile tugging at her lips.

“Ready?” She asks. I look at the steering wheel. This is probably the only time I will be able to drive a car this nice in my life.

“SO ready.” I grin at her, she grins back and I step on the gas.