Dylan's POV
I feel eyes on me again. I shift uncomfortably as I had over the money for my drink. I walk and sit down at a little booth. It's quiet in here. I like it. I look over to the counter and what I see makes me trip over my own thoughts. I see a beautiful girl, tanned skin, long tangled hair. I hear her speak. She must not be from Nashville. I hear her tell the barista my order. She must've been the girl who's eyes I could feel piercing me. She turns around and I quickly shift my gaze to my hands. I'm tapping the table uncomfortably when someone sits down in front of me. It's her. The girl with the sun kissed skin. She's just as beautiful from the front as she is from the back. She smiles at me. Then I hear the most angelic voice begin to say "Is it okay if I join you?". I nod slowly and try my hardest to smile. "Do you talk?" She asks giggling. I nervously shrug. She begins to stand up and starts to apologise. "I'm sorry for disturbing you" she says sadly as she turns. "DYLAN!" I shout a little too loud. "My name is Dylan. You can sit. Please sit" i say as I try to get her to sit back down. She sits and begins to speak.
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The New Boy In Church (A Lauren Cimorelli Story)
RomanceLauren Cimorelli is a normal 19 year old girl. She sings in a band with her 5 sisters Christina, Katherine, Lisa, Amy and Dani. She tours the world and lives a respectable life at home with her parents Lynne and Mike, her little sister Dani and her...
