What Love Has Lost by Mindy McCalester Read Free Book Online

grabbing onto my foot and pulls me into the water. I scream. Soaking wet, I hear Nathan baffling. I splash a chunk of water towards his face.
    "Hey, that's not fair!" Nate splashes back.
    "Oh, I'm not fair? You're the one who pulled me into the frigid water!" I fight, splashing him again.
    We keep splashing towards each other for a couple of minutes. I get closer to him as our faces are inches away from each other. I can just stare at those gorgeous emerald eyes all day. I let out a small smile.
    "What?" Nathan asks.
    I shake my head, star struck. "I think I'm falling in love with you."
    His eyes grow wider. He doesn't respond quickly, nor does hesitate on saying. "I'm already falling in love with you. The more time I see you, the more I want to be with you. I want you, and I am positive about us." Nathan finishes. I don't hesitate, so I kiss him passionately while we are in my pool.

Chapter Five
    So Much for Bonfires
    The days continue to pass; I watch the snowflakes fall from our window. Unfortunately, I hear Rhiannon groaning about her incoherent reasons. I don't see why someone jolly and frantic as she can be so...pessimistic - let alone - grumpy.
    Avoiding her small tantrums, I decide to paint my nails. I usually am not the person, who goes to a place to get her nails done, but I think it's hereditary to do so.
    "I'm so bored!" Rhiannon groans, again. For my entertainment, it's humorous sometimes to see Rhiannon become a whole different person. For Grady and Nathan, I won't be the one to judge since they are males and acts like males - the type of males who acts so childish, daily.
    "Go watch TV, take a bath, write a journal, read a book, play video games, or run outside... Just do something!" I practically yell in her ear. Rhiannon huffs and slouches into the couch.
    "What are you doing?" Rhiannon ask, being her nosy self.
    "Painting my nails; what the hell does it look like I'm doing?"
    Rhiannon doesn't backfire any clever remarks. From the corner of my eyes, I watch her grab the remote and start flipping channels. Continuing on flipping channels, I anxiously become annoyed by her as I snatch the device out of her hand.
    "Dude, what the hell?" Rhiannon practically screams.
    "You were flipping channels for ten minutes!" I exclaim as I throw the remote onto the furniture in front of me. Rhiannon gradually gets out of the couch and starts walking towards the kitchen. "Oh, now, what are you doing?"
    "I'm going to get ice cream; is that a problem, mother?" Rhiannon spats.
    Sometimes, Rhiannon gets on my case and other times, I get on hers. It's a very normal best friend routine that we like to do on occasions. If we get along too much, then there will be rampage between the two of us at times. Best friends need to pull out a little steam, am I correct?
    I mutter something that Rhiannon cannot decipher. Rhiannon can have her arguments, but she doesn't force anyone to go dramatic as if it is a soap opera movie from Lifetime. It's silly to think that reality and media can collapse together. Honestly, the media adds too much fucking exaggerations, so they can receive more money.
    Finally, Grady and Nathan enters the apartment. I hear them laughing and communicating about whatever men talk about, as Rhiannon and I continue on being bored. They both finally come to a halt as they see Rhiannon and I are bored out of our minds.
    "Whoa, this is mellowing me down." Grady jokes and gives Nathan a high-five.
    I plop out of the couch and strut towards the kitchen.
    This time, Nathan takes the courage to speak. "So, what are you girls up to?"
    "Ask her!" Rhiannon belches and points her finger at me. I gawk at her.
    "Uh, is this a bad time?" Nathan hesitates and leisurely trails backwards towards our front door. Then, I watch Nate nudge Grady's arm as Grady chimes after clearing his throat.
    "Um, yeah, this is probably a bad time. I'll let you two settle things on your own."
    Suddenly, we both hear feet shuffling towards the door.
    "I