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selfie
I smiled, looking into my camera as I clicked the button. My friend laughed at my side, telling me to send it to her. We looked out at the mountains, amazed at how well our vacation's gone so far.
rage
I looked up at him, my face red in anger- no, stronger. Rage. I couldn't believe how I ever trusted him- invested feelings into him. He smirked at me, flipping his hair out of his eyes. His hazel eyes taunted me, their colors dancing around teasingly.
dating
I'd never thought of myself as the dating sort, I mean, sure I did practically crush on somebody for every bit of my life, but I never REALLY wanted it to end up with us dating. He looked up at me with his translucent eyes, moving his black hair out of his eyes. I was hardly convinced this was real life as I stood there, frozen in my spot. His body was tense as well but managed stepping closer to me. His toes touched mine, and his hands fiddled with his dress shirt's collar, stretching it away from his neck. "Yes."
steady
My sister looked at me from across the kitchen counter, a smile playing on her face. "Mom told me you and Bradley are going steady." She laughed, pouring herself a cup of coffee from the freshly brewed pot. "Shut up." I told her, a smile playing on my face despite my choice of words. "That's a big deal, I'm proud of you both." "Yeah, whatever." I said to her, getting my own mug from the cabinet and getting coffee before sitting down with her on the couch to watch some television.
fry
I'd always walked over to the same old milkshake place, order some friend and a fudge milkshake. I knew all of the people there. That place had great memories. At least... When my mom was here. I could still hear the oil sizzling as they made the french fries, hear the laughing growing louder than the jukebox in the corner. I snapped back to reality as the waitress brought over my food.