. : She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line... but in my arms she was always Lolita. : .
Sadly, I am currently not beta-ing. Algebra II has killed me, and my free time. During the summer, I will try again.
1st-2nd Years • 3 Reviews
She was hopeless, he a romantic, they were perfection. Ripped apart again and again, they always seemed to be able to find each other once more. Why couldn't they have it like their best friends, for which everything was so... perfect?