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Jon caught David looking out the window and grimaced.  "You're doing it again." David sighed.  It's easy for him to act all romantic, he thought, from his seat he can only see me and the wall.  The restaurant was decorated in the most modern of styles, with a mirror across one wall and windows covering the entrance.  The hostess had sat them in a booth along the wall, with a great view out the window of cars as they drove by.  The headlights glared in a way David was sure the decorator hadn't planned. "I'm not doing anything," he replied.  

Katie met her first vampire when she was twelve, at her best friend's bat mitzvah.  No one else noticed, it seemed, but to her it was very clear that one of the guests wasn't drinking the same thing as everyone else during the Kaddish.  The vampire wasn't overtly strange in any way- there were just little things she did that clued Katie into the fact that she was different.  For instance, she was the only person at the bat mitzvah who didn't kiss the mezuzah on the way in.  Or who wasn't wearing a Star of David on her person. The main thing that caught Katie's attention, however, was what she was wearing.  Namely, a small cross pin, attached

"Can't we pray from home today?  I don't feel well." "Hush, Tommy; you know the answer to that.  Now get in, we're supposed to meet your father at the church, and we don't want to be late." Tommy sighed.  It was worth a try, he thought, sliding into the backseat of his mother's car.  Every Thursday it's the same thing: get picked up from school, come home, get changed, and head off to church.  Even today, when anyone else would be celebrating their tenth birthday with their friends, I'm stuck praying with my family.   He adjusted his tie around the seat belt and sighed again.  He hated having to dress in his 'Sunday best.'  He'd asked his m

The teddy bear wasn't listening.  Bridget gave it a sideways glance from across the room, but kept talking.  "You'd think they would know how bad they are.  We aren't in high school anymore!" Bridget was the editor of the newest 'Zine on campus- or would be if any of the submissions were up to par.  Instead she felt like telling the world how utterly hopeless the authors' little dreams of becoming writers were. She began the trek towards her bed, trying to walk as carefully as possible through the piles of clothing, papers and trash.  She was forced to look down when she lost her balance stepping over a jacket; one of Jeremy's.  It sat ther

Silence: Sitting next to each other On top of my bed We look at each other, We look straight ahead. This tension is new; It isn't here without you beside me. We smile, we groan At the same time, as one. "We're so different," he says, Breaking the silence with his sigh. "So very different," I add, My doubt evident in the lie. We laugh, and we groan: "We've got to stop," we say, And look at each other, And both look away.

I hold my tears deep inside As I watch you leave me- I refuse to cry to your back, Walking further away. I hold my tears inside But one escapes my grasp; A single line of silver Caresses the curves of my face, The lines you'll never know nor kiss. But you don't see the tear in my eye As you walk away without a goodbye.

It's your turn to close your eyes, I'll stand guard while you sleep- You needn't worry about anything- I'll try my best and you'll see it's enough. Enough to keep you safe, Enough to keep you warm, Enough for everything a friend could offer- I'm not ready for more. But it's your turn to fall asleep- I think I can trust you enough for that. Enough Enough Enough I'm not ready But I think I can trust you

Whenever I'm around him I have trouble.  Trouble concentrating, trouble thinking, trouble getting any work done; I should probably stop inviting him over to study. It's not what you're thinking.  There's no junior high crush involved here, no broken heart or tears shed.  At least on my side there aren't.  I prefer not to think about what's happened on his.  It would probably… be something I'd rather not think about. I'd thought we were friends.  Just friends.  We hadn't spent much time together outside of class, yet I ended up with his screen name over break, a very dangerous situation.  From my house in California to his in Kentucky, we ta