Shoebox- A Jemi One-Shot Part 2/3 Joe's POV Demi followed me home in her car and we went inside. I packed a small duffel bag with clothes and necessities and then placed the shoebox in the bag. I walked downstairs and saw Demi talking to my mom who was the only other one home. "We're going to the beach house," I tell my mom. "Alright, be careful," my mom replies. I go out and get in my car and Demi hops into hers. I follow her to her new house and I chat with her mom while Demi packs a bag. Eventually, we both get in my car and I drive to the beach house. My grandparents owned it and they used it in the wintertime because it got cold where they live but it's always warm here in LA. However, they said anyone in the family could use it when they wanted. We got out of the car and grabbed our bags. We both stood side by side for a minute, looking at the descending sun, reflecting off the gentle water. After a moment, Demi hip-bumped me. "Just like old times, huh?" she asks. My hand slips into her, indirectly agreeing and I lead her up the three steps onto the porch. I unlock the door and we go inside. I've been here too many times to remember but all recent visits, I was without Demi, I was alone. Being here without her, and remembering all the times we'd been here together, only reminded me that those times were over. I'd stay here 2 or 3 days straight, overwhelmed by the depression that washed over me like the waves washing over the sandy shore right outside. But for some ...
Friday, August 17, 2012
Shoebox- A Jemi One-Shot Part 2/3
Shoebox- A Jemi One-Shot Part 2/3 Video Clips. Duration : 1.35 Mins.
Shoebox- A Jemi One-Shot Part 2/3 Joe's POV Demi followed me home in her car and we went inside. I packed a small duffel bag with clothes and necessities and then placed the shoebox in the bag. I walked downstairs and saw Demi talking to my mom who was the only other one home. "We're going to the beach house," I tell my mom. "Alright, be careful," my mom replies. I go out and get in my car and Demi hops into hers. I follow her to her new house and I chat with her mom while Demi packs a bag. Eventually, we both get in my car and I drive to the beach house. My grandparents owned it and they used it in the wintertime because it got cold where they live but it's always warm here in LA. However, they said anyone in the family could use it when they wanted. We got out of the car and grabbed our bags. We both stood side by side for a minute, looking at the descending sun, reflecting off the gentle water. After a moment, Demi hip-bumped me. "Just like old times, huh?" she asks. My hand slips into her, indirectly agreeing and I lead her up the three steps onto the porch. I unlock the door and we go inside. I've been here too many times to remember but all recent visits, I was without Demi, I was alone. Being here without her, and remembering all the times we'd been here together, only reminded me that those times were over. I'd stay here 2 or 3 days straight, overwhelmed by the depression that washed over me like the waves washing over the sandy shore right outside. But for some ...
Shoebox- A Jemi One-Shot Part 2/3 Joe's POV Demi followed me home in her car and we went inside. I packed a small duffel bag with clothes and necessities and then placed the shoebox in the bag. I walked downstairs and saw Demi talking to my mom who was the only other one home. "We're going to the beach house," I tell my mom. "Alright, be careful," my mom replies. I go out and get in my car and Demi hops into hers. I follow her to her new house and I chat with her mom while Demi packs a bag. Eventually, we both get in my car and I drive to the beach house. My grandparents owned it and they used it in the wintertime because it got cold where they live but it's always warm here in LA. However, they said anyone in the family could use it when they wanted. We got out of the car and grabbed our bags. We both stood side by side for a minute, looking at the descending sun, reflecting off the gentle water. After a moment, Demi hip-bumped me. "Just like old times, huh?" she asks. My hand slips into her, indirectly agreeing and I lead her up the three steps onto the porch. I unlock the door and we go inside. I've been here too many times to remember but all recent visits, I was without Demi, I was alone. Being here without her, and remembering all the times we'd been here together, only reminded me that those times were over. I'd stay here 2 or 3 days straight, overwhelmed by the depression that washed over me like the waves washing over the sandy shore right outside. But for some ...
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