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Love is a universal thought it can mean manyt things but can also have no meaning at all.

Melaia wonders around in search for some new meat anything she can can chew on for the time being. This park is a piece of trash, expensive though. Taking her lazy self to the swings, notebook in hand if she has any ideas for he latest poems. The swing swaying back and forth like a boat on an ocean of air. The kids on the swing thingy she loves so much. Watching them twirl and twirl wishing she can stay looking at that forever but she gets herself out of that trance. She looks away and spots him, who she wants to make hers. The boy she knows she'll have to fight for.She looks at him wondering of this maybe 18 or 19 year old will take this 14 year old girl into consideration, since most guys have.She catches his eye and begans her usual flirting that she; 's had since she was 11. She looks at him, looks away, looks back at him to see if he is still looking, and repeats. It works. She smiles as he walks up to her. Coming closer Malaia noticeing every little tear in his skinny jeans, big checkered sweatshirt, wavy, black hair, and that magical twinkle in his eye.'Hi, I'm Brent.' He smiles that smile that he works so well. The kind of smile that leaves you wanting more.'Heyyyy. I'm Melaia.' 'Melaia? Nice name, perfect name fo a very pretty girl.' Blushing red hot cheeks overwhelm her face. She couldnt believe how this one boy could give her such chills up her spine.
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