

You Love a BoyYou are in love with a boy. In my religion class we talked about how there's really three kinds of love: pizza love, infatuation, and the real thing. Pizza love is not really love at all. The name "pizza love" comes from, well, basically, "I love pizza." Also known as, "I really like to eat pizza, but I wouldn't care for it or nurture it or die for it." Unless you're a bit wonky in the head. Infatuation is really close to actual love-you want to be around that person all the time, hearing their name makes you blush, and some nights, you can't sleep because you're thinking aboYou Love a Boy


It's About TimeI am on a date with Mitch Franklin, the most popular boy in school. No way, a voice in my head says. It's about time, says another. We're holding hands and walking down a garden path. He smiles at me, and I realize I've never been in this garden before-I have no idea where I am. Unfazed by this thought, oddly, I close my eyes as he leans in toward me, and then BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP. I open my eyes the tiniest bit, and then slam them shut and squirm under the covers, hiding from the sun like Dracula. My alarm clock screeches again and IIt's About Time


Brown.I am a teenage girl, and everyone knows how we fall in love so easily. But I swear, this time it's different. He's got these dark brown eyes, you see. I'm not going to lie to you, I was afraid of him at first. He seemed like a bit of a jerk, but once we all got to know each other, that seemed to lessen. He likes to pick on me sometimes, and I'm pretty sure it's flirting. But this time it's different. He's got these dark brown eyes, you know? I know people don't usually pick brown as their favorite eye color in the opposite sex. Well, from whatBrown.
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