{"id":14722,"date":"2014-02-10T19:55:58","date_gmt":"2014-02-10T19:55:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2014\/02\/10\/my-mum-gave-me-a-rose-because-she-felt-sorry-for-2\/"},"modified":"2014-02-10T19:55:58","modified_gmt":"2014-02-10T19:55:58","slug":"my-mum-gave-me-a-rose-because-she-felt-sorry-for-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2014\/02\/10\/my-mum-gave-me-a-rose-because-she-felt-sorry-for-2\/","title":{"rendered":"“My mum gave me a rose because she felt sorry for me.”"},"content":{"rendered":"

notmyjeepyoucreep<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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iamthefirechild<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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notmyjeepyoucreep<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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” Well it is kind of a sweet thing to do. My dad glared at me when I made him an omelette in heart form. ”\u00a0<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Summer muffled a snort of laughter, getting out a pen. She handed it over to him and slowly told over her address, checking behind him to make sure. \u201cRight. Oh, and here\u2019s my number. I definitely want to know the reaction.\u201d She paused, looking up at Stiles a little more earnestly. \u201cYou can text me anytime, actually.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Stiles smiled at her uncertainly, not sure what exactly this was. They were barely real friends, but it was still nice to talk with her, they got along pretty well. \u201dHow about we still do something together? I mean, as friends? So we don\u2019t have to sit around all lonely on Valentine\u2019s.\u201c<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

“That — ” She regarded him. This had been a random act of kindness for a cute kid. What was it turning into? ” — that would be lovely. Um, a movie? Dinner? We could, um, maybe something before valentine’s day as well?” What the hell was she doing?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

notmyjeepyoucreep: iamthefirechild: notmyjeepyoucreep: ” Well it is kind of a sweet thing to do. My dad glared at me when I made him an omelette in heart form. ”\u00a0 Summer muffled a snort of laughter, getting out a pen. She handed it over to him and slowly told over her address, checking behind him to … Continue reading “My mum gave me a rose because she felt sorry for me.”<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[10,1401,1402,21],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14722"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=14722"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14722\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14722"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14722"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14722"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}