By: Devin Warren
My name is William and I write this story of a part of my life knowing that I am far from a good writer. When I turned 20 my attitude changed and I dropped out of college saying that �I don�t need to know any of this shit. I�ve got better stuff to do then play as you�re bloody puppet.�
My parents had been life loving people that died 8 years ago on their anniversary while ski diving. Since then I�ve been in my foster parents home and trying to do the best I could. They live 3 miles out of downtown London and have settled down on a remote road about a mile away from any sign of civilization. I on the other hand found this place in Devon that i just had to get. My mom and dad adopted me because the doctor told them that they could not have any children of there own, through conventional means anyway. My mom�s name is Elizabeth and she is about 5�7� with long black hair and emerald green eyes. She is one of those tree hugger types and is a counselor at the school I dropped out of. My dad�s name is Gordon and unlike my mom he is 6� and has really short blond hair with brown eyes. He is an actor for a British comedy show called �Americans Say the Darnest Things�. I seem to be just in the middle of them both cause I�m around 5�10� with short dirty blond hair and light blue eyes.
I am not overly popular like a lot of the jocks at school but I had many woman friends that I either hung out with or talked frequently with. They all call me charming, sweet, handsome, and smart. Although they say it, it never seemed like they had any interest in me except for a guy friend kind of way. Then I met one little jewel. Her name is Emma and god is she something. She is 5�8� with sapphire blue eyes and blond hair down to her neck that she frequently kept in a pony tail. Many said that she was just another dumb blond like all the others in our class but what little did they know was that she was very smart even if she never wanted to show it to anyone with the fear of being criticized. Finally one day I worked up the nerve to ask her out to the movies and a late dinner after school. To my great joy she said she would love to and explained that she had hoped I would ask her cause she was to shy about asking me.
The night came and it seemed like I had more then just butterflies in my gut cause boy was I nervous. I went by and picked her up at her house and she had this white wrap around tank top that tied in the back and a white skirt that came down just above her knees. I led her around the BMW convertible that Gordon had bought my when I got my license, opened the door for her to get in. She blushed at this and smiled. I�m guessing that no one had done that to her before and felt flattered, or just happy. We left for the movies and watched Bandits because she said she doesn't like those love or chick flick films. Wow was I happy to hear that cause i don�t like them either. We both loved the movie, especially the last bank robbing job, and left for a late bite to eat at a Chinese restaurant that I have been going to for years. After dinner i paid the check and took her home discussing the night with each other. Both of us saying how much of a good time we had and how we would have to do it again sometime.
Time past and instead of drifting apart like many couples do we got closer together with each passing day. We went to festivals, fairs and had dinner pretty much every night. Eventually the time had come and Emma moved in. Oh! what a wonderful time this was, living with the one I love made me almost collapse with happiness. I rented a moving truck and Emma and I went to her place to pick up her things, which amazingly wasn�t much. She sold all of the things we wouldn�t need like refrigerators, tv�s, phones, and (dare I say it?) her bed. We got everything to our place and set it all up to make it feel like home to both of us. That night was the best I�ve slept in a long time. Feeling so secure, safe and happy with Emma in my arms. Nothing happend beyond some kissing and we fell asleep spooning like two souls should.