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Well I didn't ask you to read it, now did I?
This is like...my third or fourth (Actually the eighth) time that I've tried to write a short story...I'm working on not being so melodramatic! And like I told Desynji, I try not to be, it's just all the bull crap in the world...and...I forgot what else I told him...I hate it when people keep calling me melodramatic over and over. You told me once, you don't have to repeat yourself...! My emotions are fragile cause all the people that use me...I hate people and I just...I can't trust them...

"Did you see Samuel on your way here?"
"Yeah, I saw him driving to the mall. I followed him..."
"So you basically stalked my brother...are you sure you're not gay?"
"Anya! No, I'm not gay. And I followed him to make sure he was safe." After he said that, he kissed me again, and tried to unzip my jeans. I smacked his hand away, and he just kept trying.
"Ryan!"
"What? I'm a guy. I can't help but to wonder what undies you're wearing." He said this to me with a small sigh and a giant grin. "I'm hungry for the sight of you, Anya...!" he exclaimed, kissing my neck. After dating a vampire for so long, getting kissed there kinda made me a little horny.
"Mmmph...!" I groaned out in a moment of ecstasy. "Mmmhh...Ryan...please baby...!" I pushed at him, but with him being so strong, he wouldn't budge. His hand slipped down the back of my pants, and I yelped and bit his shoulder.
"Oww!" Ryan yelped, falling backwards on my bed. "What was that for?!"
"Cause you were trying to get in my pants, you pervert!" My face was blood red. "...you hit 'the bruise'..." I mumbled, speaking of the scar and bruise I had on my butt from him biting me there through a pair of jeans.
"Oops. Sorry babe." He moved back on top of me, holding me to the bed. He continued to kiss my neck, liking it when I moaned.
"That's partly what I like to hear from you, Anya," he chuckled. He bit my neck gently, drawing a bit of my blood. "Mmmhh...tasty girlfriend..." he mumbled against my now drooled-on flesh, "...mmh...I wonder if all the places I can get blood from you are delicious..." he said, grinning against my shoulder now.
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HA! you think you are slipping in my shoes because you have a boyfriend you can't see? (wow you are way off)...Yeah you have had unfortunate stuff happen in your life, but you can't let that break you. yet you have..stop trying to make everyone including you feel sorry for yourself. I am not Andrew i don't melt when i hear something sad like the little story you told me. I am sorry, but when you are with 2 of your closest friends, and you are leaving a city bus and the are both shot right in front of you because of a gang crossfire, and you stand at their funerals seeing their families and wonder, why them, and not me? Or any of the other things i have been through, then you can say you are slipping into my shoes. I am strong from my past, and i continue to get stronger. Now when you mature from this little girl fit you are having then you can call me out on criticizing, but until then you have nothing to say. So grow up and start getting over yourself

Ryan tried slipping off my shirt and my pants again, grinning all the while.
"Ryan!"
"Och, Anya..." he groaned at me after I kneed him in the stomach. "Please, Anya...lass, baby please..." he said, giving me his almost-irresistable puppy eyes. He whimpered at me, "I wanna rock your world and feel you deep..."
"But Ryan...you already rock my world..." I whimpered back at him. "I...I just...I want to wait until after I'm married to have sex..."
"I can make that happen, you know...you know I love you..." he kissed hy hand; he just happened to kiss the ring finger on my left hand and he cuddled me. He was still on top of me, trying to weasel me out of my promise of abstinence. "Please Anya...will you marry me?"
"Ryan...I..." I said as my eyes started to water.
"She will certainly NOT be marrying the likes of YOU." Samuel intervened, standing in my doorway.
"SAMUEL!" I barked, coughing as I jumped up. "Why can't I marry him?!" I asked hysterically, going up in his face. I coughed more, doubling over a few times.
"Well for one, you're only SIXTEEN! You're too young," he sighed, forcing me back on the bed, "and you're not ready for that kind of commitment..." I sighed and rolled my eyes at this and just gave into temptation, wrestling with Samuel with a fox-like grin on my face.
"That's my girlfriend for ya!" Ryan exclaimed, falling off the bed laughing. Samuel rolled us over and pinned me down as Ryan hit the floor with a thud. I used my telekenetic powers I inherited from my father to bring him back up on the bed, where he dogpiled on us. He pulled at Sam's hair, and they flew off the bed in a little wrestling match of their own. Ryan pinned him down on the carpeting with one foot, weakly standing up with a bruise on the side of his face. "Get 'im, Anya!" He cheered, "Knock the family jewels off!"
"What?! No!" Samuel shreiked, his hands immediately flying down to protect his private area. "Please Sis, not the twig and berries!" I giggled at him as Ryan moved out of the way, I was now standing on the bed. I jumped down at Samuel and landed in a counter-attack that he had set up as a trap for me.
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To be continued...

Oh, and what's considered under-aged? Just curious. Like, sixteen and under?

Well, I'd consider it like fifteen and under, but then that still includes me cause I just turned fifteen. XD

Yeppers! Thanks guys, I'll work on it!