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Those Busted Lips: Prologue has been published!

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Perfect and Pathetic: The Lost Chapter

I've been on Wattpad in quiet a lot of times.

I've been writing Those Busted Lips and sometimes to kill time, I read stories until I stayed up until 4AM squealing cause cuteness.

I sometimes become SO lazy to edit Perfect and Pathetic.

To be honest, Perfect and Pathetic needs A LOT of editing. It contains a lot of grammar mistakes, sudden disappearance of a character, confusing plot line. To make things short,

it's not perfect.

I'm gonna start editing this story, slowly, yes but it will eventually come together.

So, last night I wrote a chapter for the story. I wanted Eaton and Sarah to have more time together and as their creator, I wanna make that happen.

So! This is the edited version of Chapter 24!

{This is my story. Copyright of Amni Suhana. If you steal this story, my plots, I'M SERIOUSLY GOING TO HUNT YOU DOWN I'M NOT EVEN KIDDING.

I had spent my time to write Perfect and Pathetic for more than a year don't even dare to steal my characters from me. It's a bad, okay.}

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CHAPTER 24

I'd been tossing and turning on my bed since midnight and I still couldn't sleep. It was already 2AM.

The heavy rain made a lot harder for me. I was sighing in my bed as a lightning strikes.

Pang!

I immediately pulled my sheet up to my face and let out a little scream. "Crap," I muttered.

Before Eaton moved here, I'd been doing fine alone. Rain weren't this hard and scary like now. As if the heaven above ordered me to go to Eaton's room and sleep there.
He did said that if I couldn't stand the rain anymore, I could always come to him.

But, I couldn't. I wasn't ready.

I know that I was married to him and all, but ever since he confessed to me, I got very cautious around him. I never been in love before. Yes, I had crushes but this was different.

Eaton said the he 'love' me not 'like' me. Love was a strong word and he was so serious.
Maybe some of you think I should be grateful that a perfect specimen like Eaton loved me.

You would think; "Come on, Sarah Harrington! He's Eaton Lancaster! The hottest boy at school! He is smart, gorgeous, gentle, filthy rich and athletic! Why is so hard for you to love him?!"

But I just couldn't. Because, surprisingly enough, he was too perfect. For me.

Because every time I thought of me and him, it scared me.

For him to say that he loved me, as if I was a trash that laid on a sidewalk, people never cared until one day this person, Eaton Lancaster, saw me and picked me up, as I could be recycled.

And, I knew him more that other people. He was hurt, immensely, and I didn't want to hurt him more that he has. I was scared, if one day we decided this marriage wasn't a success for both of us and we decided to go to our separate ways, I was scared it I would hurt him more than he was now.

Eaton Lancaster was too perfect for this world and I was nothing compared to him.

The lighting stroked again.

Pang!

"Ah, crap. I can't take this anymore!" I was shaking out of fear. I grabbed my pillow and went to Eaton. Maybe he was soundless sleeping in his room and I could slid beside him. Maybe, I didn't have to talk to him.

My room was opposite of him. We decided to sleep in separate rooms so none of us would feel the awkwardness being together since this marriage was also total bull and money roller.

I knocked his door.

"Come in," his raspy voice answered. I jolted. It's late and he still awake?
I turned to door knob and popped my head inside. I saw him on the corner of him bed, reading a stack of paper, probably a work sheet. "Um...Eath." My voice trailed.

He glanced at me and then paper and stopped and stared at me. He looked shocked to see me inside him room, hugging my pillow on my chest. "San," he breathed.

"I'm sorry to bothering you, but I can't sleep. The rain and the lightings...are just to much for me to handle." I didn't realised that I was crying until I talked.
I hated this felling. I hated that I terrified of lightning, and I hated myself for crying in front of Eaton.

"San..." Eaton placed him work sheet on the side table and walked to me. I didn't notice that he wore a white plain shirt and his blue pyjama bottom that had stars designed on him. I wanted to chuckle, he looked cute.

I was shocked that he pulled me into his arms. I wasn't going to let go. The curve of his shoulder were familiar and his broad chest was warm and the smell of cinnamon soothed me. I sighed in his embrace. How could I not love him?

I laid on the right side of him bed as he tucked me. "Aren't you going to continue what were you doing?" I asked and pointed at the worked sheet on the side table.

"No," he said dryly and went to lay beside me. "Why?" I asked. "It seems important."
He grinned at me and went to touched my hair. "You're my priority." He answered. I felt like I was going to blush but I held back.

The sound of heavy rain inaudible as we stared at each other in silence for a while. He was so near to me and our nose almost touching. His eyes were so magnificent in the dim light. It was blue and green, the colour of the sea, and his blonde hair were pointed everywhere, messy and beautiful. He sheepish smiled hasn't remove from him face since he looked at me. Eaton was in fact, beautiful.

His jaw was crafted perfectly, his cheekbones were hollowed and well defined, placed on his square-shaped face. His straight but plump lips were so pink and if I had the courage, I would already kiss it. His eyelashes were long as flattered, it wasn't fair because he was a boy and he didn't need that.

He shifted a little bit, I didn't realised under the blanket, our legs were intertwined. "Why are you so afraid of lightning?" He asked.

"When I was kidnapped, the kidnappers caged me in this small room, it was dark but there was a small window high above." I breathed and Eaton ran his fingers through my hair several times. I had to admit, it felt good.

I continued, "It was raining everyday and lightnings kept strikes. Everyday, I kept praying that my parents would find me. I was so terrified, I couldn't.....I couldn't take it. The lightnings made it worst. I tried my hardest no to cry so that I could eat because the kidnappers hated when I cried." I stopped for a moment when I saw concerned on his face. "I lost hope the entire time. I thought I was going to die when my parents finally found me."

"But you're here." Eaton said softly. "And you gave millions of reasons for me to stay alive. San, you gave me life."
I cried again, not because of the rain or the lightning, but because of Eaton. He was so perfect. He was sweet and caring and I couldn't ask for more. Eaton was enough.

He pulled me closer, his arms wrapped around my waist until my head was on his chest, with my arms wrapping around his abdomen. We were cuddling. I cocked my head, my lips were almost touching his neck.

"It's late. Sleep." He sighed. I was so comfortable in his arm that I didn't argue. I closed my eyes.

His breathing were steady, so were mine.

"I love you, Sarah Harrington." He whispered softly. He maybe thought that I was sleeping. I could feel his lips kissing my forehead.

If I wasn't sleepy, I would've say the same.

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That's basically Chapter 24 edited version!

Sometimes, I wanted to punch myself for making Eaton to be such a beautiful man.

*Curses self*

- Amni

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I was in love with this boy

{This is a short story}

I was in love with this boy. No, actually, I am in love with this boy.

He was everything I was hoping for. I met him on the early March of 2013. I found him a little annoying at first. He couldn't shut his mouth, he kept talking all the time. I suspected that he was suffering from ADHD because he also couldn't stay still. When he sat, his legs just couldn't stop jiggling. His hands were always busy doing something, anything. He built a helicopter once by just using straws and kept telling the same jokes every hour.

Before he showed up in my life, it would never crossed my mind to love this kind of boy. He wasn't tall, he wasn't charming, he wasn't handsome. He wasn't anything I like in a guy. His jet-black hair was curly and greasy. He was small, almost resemblance of an elf. His ears were pointy, sharp. His skin was the colour of latte. His eyes were brown but never dull, instead they were always full of excitement, as if he was on drugs. It always sparkled. Sometimes, I wondered what he was thinking in his head of his. He was maybe 5'7 or less, and I was 5'1. I mean, at least I was shorter than him.

Yes, he was annoying. But he was also funny. The way he walked, the way he talked, the way he always running his fingers trough his jet-black hair. His smile were magnificent, and he smiled all the time. He was sassy too. He always blast a good comeback when people asked the most stupid questions. He was also passionate. He liked machines, anything that he could lay his hands on to build or fix. When he was busy building or fixing stuff, he would forget that he was human. He forgot to eat, he forget to shower, he forgot to sleep.

Even when he smelled like oil and grease, even when his clothes were tattered, and his hair were everywhere, I couldn't help to find that he was attractive that way. Super hot, if you asked me.

When he talked to the opposite gender, he couldn't stop stammering, as if he was scared that no girl will like him. But I did. I do love him.

His jokes always made me laugh. I was sad when he was sad. When he was concentrating on his machines, I couldn't stop stared at him. His hair fell on his forehead. He was serious, focus. His forehead always crinkled, his hands were slow and steady. He was in his own world. He was, goddamn perfect.

And I was in love with him.

(This is the work of fiction and I was bored so I wrote this)

- Amni

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New Story?

Since last year, I always thought about writing a new story at Wattpad.

I wrote a new story every year since I was fourteen to train myself to write.

Majority of them are fanfics and one of them is my own characters story.

Since I finished writing Perfect and Pathetic in January, I get a lot of time in my hands.

And I think it's time.

My friends wanted me to write a Luke Hemmings' fan fic that I dreamt about but writing fanfic is actually really hard.

Just because in fanfic(s), the characters that you writing aren't yours and some of they are real people and if you do anything wrong or out of character, the fans wouldn't read it. And cheesiness in fanfics are so annoying if it happen often.

I wrote a 1D fanfic once, you know the drill.

Some of the reader dislike the way I wrote on Louis and they sometimes commented how they dislike my writing.

It hurts for me to read their give negative comments.
So after thinking for few months, I will not going to write a Luke Hemmings's fanfic this year.

I ain't even sorry.

I don't want to write another fanfic.

Because I'm ready.

I'm ready to open up my mind on writing a new story.

I'm ready to write about new characters, new places.

I'm ready to write another story that aren't about Eaton and Sarah (My two characters in Perfect & Pathetic)

I want to write on the third person's Point of View.

I want to write something contemporary.

I want to write something tough and real.

I want to write about my main character who loves musical and theater.

I want my main character to be a boy.

I will write my own story. My own plot. My own characters.
And my new story, I named it;

Those Busted Lips

(It took me and hour to edit this cover okay)

Summary;

Kai Asher is the King of Oakcastle's High Drama Club. He has a crazy drunk woman as a mother. A workaholic doctor for a dad. Kai Asher's only friend is Ryan Kang, the star quarterback. Kai Asher is utterly in love with his girlfriend, Chloe Sanders. Kai Asher is invincible. Kai Asher is mean. Kai Asher is egoistic. Nobody ever dares to get near him. Unless it is Alaska Summers.

Alaska Summers cannot labeled anything but 'odd'. She has crazy hair, crazy style, mysterious, and she is kind, but she isn't nice.

Kai hates Alaska. She can't stop bugging him. She's annoying, weird as shit and real.

Alaska Summers is not popular or even an outcast. She is odd, sure, but without her, Kai wouldn't help his mom to get better. Kai will not know the truth. It may shock him, it may break him, too. The truth hurts, but it is better than being lie to.

Maybe with Alaska odd friendship with him, Kai will learn something.

A story about Kai Asher's journey trough love, family, friendship and true meaning you can still stand up high, even everything around you breaks you.

That's basically my idea on the story.

Good or not?

But,
I haven't post the story on Wattpad, yet.
I still need time and it isn't ready.
I'm still need time to write the chapters and re-adjust the plot.
But, now, I think it's going well.

I'll inform you guys if I post the story.

- Amni

And, oh!
Here's some of the dialogue;

"You know why I'm so sad about this?"

"Why?"

"Because I saw it coming and I kept denying it, I thought that she's different. Because I thought, under her beautiful face, she was nice and honest. But, eventually, she fucked me up."

- Kai Asher, Those Busted Lips.