**Readers,
I am SO sorry I haven't update in forever! I have been so busy with school that I have had no time for delicate. I know that it isn't the regular update day but I hope that you enjoy it non the less. I will try to get the tenth chapter done and ready to update by Wednesday. (:
I am getting no feedback from people and that kind of upsets me… I want to know what you guys want to read! I want to be able to know what direction you want this book to go. I do have ideas for the rest of the book, I just need to put them into words, but I would like pointers from you guys as well. I would greatly appreciate it! I want to hear what you all think.
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Songs for this chapter:
“Southern son” Boy & Bear
“Mississippi” The Griswolds
“Young hearts” Strange talk
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I don’t think in my entire life I have ever been able to say that I was physically lost in a bed. But now I can.
In the morning I wake up surrounded in white blankets and sheets, unable to find which way is up or down. I try to move my body to free myself from the crazy tangled mess of my bed, but I am too tightly wrapped up. I try sitting up as well, but fail when I found out what I am not facing the right direction. I wiggle a little trying to free myself as well, but still nothing. I have been swallowed by my bed. This is such an awkward situation.
“Frankie,” I hear Corry’s voice enter my room and I am instantly red in the face.
“In here.” I squeak from under the mess of blankets.
“Where?” He laughs. I can feel the mattress dip down from the weight of his body. “Oh my goodness.” He discovers my body and helps me untangle myself from the blankets.
He opens his mouth to say something but I silence him by holding up my hand. “Don’t even ask.” I laugh.
“The bed wanted to keep you.” He winks with a laugh.
“Indeed.” I sit up, looking down the bed to see that I had twisted the sheets along with the comforter in a way that restricted my body from moving. “that was interesting.” We laugh.
“Your hair looks awesome,” He comments with a laugh. I turn to look in the mirror and see that it is sticking up in every direction.
“Oh my goodness!” I shriek trying desperately to mat down the crazy mess with my hands.
“It’s kind of cute.” He smiles and I begin to blush.
“Don’t lie to me.” I stick my tongue out at him, earning one of those delightful laughs.
“I’m not!” He contradicts. I shoot him a glare and throw the blankets off my legs so that I can get out of bed. I grab my brush from my drawer and brush the tangled mess away, Corry watches me so do while sitting on my bed. “You always look cute.”
“Thank you,” I blush.
“So, do you want to do something with me today? We could go to the beach again if you want? I know you didn't really get to spend much time there.” He offers.
“Oh, that sounds really fun!” I agree nodding with a smile.
“Awesome! I’ll”- Corry begins but is cut off by Connor standing in the doorway.
“She can’t.” He states.
“Why?” We both question. Corry looks from me to Connor searching for an answer, even though I am equally as unaware of what Connor is talking about.
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Delicate (on hold)
Teen Fiction"I never thought that through everything we went through together, that our lives would end up like this." -Frankie Roshlin
