Falling In Love With A Rebel Chapter one

Falling in Love With A Rebel

By RioLax1313!

Chapter 1

I instantly began to lose hope of finding the right girl for me. The creative process of naturally finding a potential partner promptly became an arduous task, and I was struggling mightily to maintain my morale. One pleasant evening, feeling a bit daring, I decided to spice up my dating life by bravely attempting something creative. I carefully launched the mobile MeetMe app and randomly entered a specific city.

I wasn't expecting anything in particular from this unique experiment, but I was sincerely hoping that maybe fate would carefully steer me to someone special. When scrolling through the various profiles, I did not encounter anyone who promptly captured my devoted attention until I stumbled upon her account. When carefully looking through her lovely pictures and eagerly reading her bio, I couldn't help but genuinely think she was adorably attractive. Her radiant smile and sparkling eyes instantly drew me in, and I found myself eager to know more about her.

From there, we instantly started exchanging messages, each one revealing more about ourselves and our mutual interests. It was the promising beginning of a recent journey, and I couldn't help but feel enthusiastic about where it would lead us.As our conversations deepened, I found myself eagerly anticipating our next exchange, eager to learn more about this intriguing person. The initial connection we shared seemed to hold the promise of a meaningful and fulfilling relationship blossoming soon.

As the memorable night progressed, it seamlessly transitioned from exchanging messages on a dating website to instantly sharing our mobile phone numbers with each other. When I was feeling overwhelmed about my business, her number appeared unexpectedly with a video call, as she was currently in a private bathroom. After promptly returning from a specified date, she explained that her longtime friend quickly took her boyfriend to a local hotel to have some one-on-one time with him and enjoy casual sex. I eagerly inquired about the specified date. Despite the disappointing outcome of the date, she seemed to take it in stride and was already making plans for a more fulfilling experience in the future. It was clear that she was not one to dwell on setbacks and was determined to make the most of her romantic life.

Both of us willingly stayed up talking eagerly, and I learned during the informative conversation that we simply enjoyed the creative commons. At the appropriate time, I naturally took it upon myself to elevate it to the next level. Then she revealed her toy during the video call and was warmly welcomed. She then proceeded to promptly enter her longtime friend's luxurious bed and undoubtedly have the most mind-blowing sex that she had ever experienced in her eternal life.After that very spontaneous and fortuitous first-time intimate experience, I officially became the ideal boyfriend and passionate lover.

As the moonlit night progressed, she instantly started to feel worn out and exhausted as we talked eagerly on the mobile phone. Despite the two-hour time difference, it instantly felt as if she was in a completely different time period altogether. Meanwhile, I could hear the fatigue in her voice as she described her busy day, yet she remained dedicated to her work. Despite the physical distance between us, our conversation brought us closer together at that moment.

As she was engrossed in her work, her mobile phone suddenly buzzed, and she received an official notification from me on her glowing screen. I couldn't help but feel a little intrigued and curious about whom this specific message might be from. I swiftly revealed the private message and eagerly read through it without wasting any significant time. It was precisely a kind and upbeat note that instantly brought a charming smile to my face. At that pivotal moment, I instantly felt a sudden rush of intense excitement and indescribable joy, as if I were clearly receiving a direct message from her.

Then she eagerly replied to my private message, diligently asking a few key questions about myself and expressing her mutual interest in learning more. As we maintained our private conversation, she found herself feeling more warmly drawn to me. She was extremely impressed by my extensive knowledge and lively wit, and she appreciated how easy it realistically was to talk sensibly to me. With each passing moment, she felt her curiosity grow tremendously. She keenly observed herself, eagerly looking forward to our subsequent conversation.

I mustered up the heroic courage to admirably express my deepest emotions. All the bottled-up feelings that had been suppressed for so long came crashing out like a tidal wave. I delicately poured out my generous heart and noble soul to her, revealing everything about the mutual feelings undoubtedly shared - the intense love, the genuine fear of possible rejection, and the fervent desire to be with her. It was as if a massive weight had been suddenly lifted off my sacred chest. I keenly enjoyed a profound sense of intellectual freedom and eventually breathed again. Despite feeling considerable anxiety and nervousness, rightfully fearing rejection, I was deeply grateful that I had finally acknowledged the genuine feelings I undoubtedly had. It was like taking a giant step forward in the extraordinary journey towards healing and moving on.

She was relieved to discover that I had also experienced similar feelings as her, and shortly after, she became very determined and extremely happy. During that crucial first month, which was not influenced by any particular circumstances, it unknowingly turned into a whirlwind of certainty. We felt extremely close and excited whenever we engaged in enthusiastic conversations with each other. Spending time with her, even if it was only through the mobile phone or FaceTime, elicited the same euphoria that a drug addict naturally experiences from using drugs. Her infectious laugh was contagious, and her sparkling eyes radiated genuine affection, creating an illusion of a roadmap to her kindheart.

Those hazel eyes were extremely misleading, gently persuading me to naturally veer off the direct path to her tender heart.Her attractive personality was extremely intoxicating, and I deceived myself quite a few times. But it didn't intimidate me from fully embracing the unconventional approach, and I was ready for the formidable challenge. She undoubtedly remains a psychedelic drug to me, and I couldn't abandon her. Even if I desperately wanted to, as an intelligent man, I wouldn't know how to miraculously survive without her. She properly provides a euphoric high that no one else could achieve.

When I was having a bad day, she knew how to uplift me and articulate exactly what I needed to hear. When making a deliberate effort to promptly deliver funny jokes, there is no real worry about whether political issues are amusing or not. She could consistently make me laugh hysterically, regardless of how practical. While she keenly realized it, she was leaning eagerly on the appropriate buttons, thirstily pushing them to instantly fluster me.

When allegedly pressing my appropriate buttons initially, I viewed it as a social game and genuinely enjoyed it. At that prime time, I traditionally handled it as lively banter and didn't think much of her genuinely trying to influence me to be upset.

We quickly began to develop a routine of regularly communicating with each other throughout the day. We typically used FaceTime knowingly. She either shared thrilling news with me promptly or gently persuaded me to get up when I was feeling down and heroically struggling through an unpleasant day. So, I always look forward to spending time with her, and it was the best part of my memorable day. We spent time together on a video call, and I genuinely felt that we were growing closer and becoming more inseparable.

The considerable distance was tough, but as long as I could keenly observe her beautiful face and hear her angelic voice, I remained a happy camper. I thought she was attending an accredited college, where she was efficiently completing her junior and senior classes within the same school year at a prestigious educational institution. It was quite a challenge to balance spending time with her, doing homework, and hanging out with longtime friends. She was quite passionate about being a book nerd, maintaining a 4.0 GPA, and graduating a year early.

She undoubtedly remains a busy bee, trying to juggle her schoolwork and assist her devoted mother with running their cleaning business. Would a homebound teacher typically come to the charming house and drop off a substantial amount of academic work for the student to complete independently? It was challenging for her to complete her exceptional schoolwork. She was getting ready to add me to the impressive array of things she was managing in her busy life at this crucial moment. Whenever we have the opportunity to spend time together and I can't understand why it's not a top priority, I tend to overreact. I often ask her to focus on my devoted attention, regardless of whether she is aiming for a 4.0 GPA or lower.

What she didn't comprehend when demanding proper time with her realistically was that I naturally started to passionately attach to her. She would become upset and often mention that her main focus was genuinely trying to promptly obtain her degree. She wasn't the only one who typically had to concentrate on her academic pursuits as well. Since I arrived promptly at the academic campus of Eastern New Mexico University in Roswell, my primary focus during my freshman year remains on my favorite person who resides comfortably in Tennessee. I managed to slack off while doing my schoolwork and not care a bit in an ideal world!

The consequences of my direct actions, such as slacking off in the inclusive classroom, came back powerfully, affecting my college experience. At the end of the educational semester, I took full advantage of the rare opportunity to review all the class assignments. I had not completed the work in order to promptly receive academic credit for it. There were realistically multiple weeks when I didn't hear a single word from her. That brutal stretch merely marked an extremely negative period in my life because I was in a relationship without effective communication. When we did get a chance to spend time with her, I eagerly took advantage of it.

After that school term, active life returned to its usual routine. I was struggling immensely during that significant period.Even though I genuinely felt like drowning, she was always there to provide me with the necessary support to get through the brutal semester. At that particular moment, we both quickly drifted off to sleep while on the phone with each other. When we wake up, we are enthusiastically greeted with a splendid opportunity to naturally follow our active partner, who is dormant. She was usually the one who was asleep, while I grimly observed her, finding her cute as she slept peacefully.

She would naturally inquire about the creative process I was neglecting. I naturally thought she was consistently creating this valuable item, which symbolizes a charming way of showing interest in me. As a desired outcome, whenever we conversed, I would bravely try to find ways to playfully tease her in return, but I wasn't very successful in actually accomplishing that. It wouldn't influence her to laugh hysterically while intentionally trying to outdo even the vast playing field. I, however, disappeared to gently tease her back, knowing that our competitive banter would never truly end.

As the semester progressed, we quickly resumed our efforts to naturally focus on our schoolwork and navigate a complex relationship simultaneously. It was extremely challenging to concentrate on the prominent students because all I could realistically think about was her. The academic grades started to surreptitiously slip, but my heart was captivated by the conscious thought of how amazing. While she was excelling at multitasking, balancing school and work, every typical day would usually end in the deckhouse homes of the residents after the local deck houses were ruined. She was staying up late studying, so she was exhausted and didn't have a good sleep routine.

Since I was very distracted, it led me into significant trouble, but all I could think of as valuable was her. She typically invaded my ideal world, overshadowing every pleasant thought, and naturally began struggling to cope with it. This astonishing woman was hindering my exceptional ability to satisfactorily perform routine tasks. Drowning in the unique ability to complete very easy assignments, she struggled desperately while cruising her way to graduate early.

My gorgeous girlfriend naturally made me immensely proud for being able to manage work and excel skillfully in a crowded school. While I was enormously productive, I was also ashamed that I wasn't as intelligent. I experienced a profound sense of acute self-consciousness and felt like I was eagerly holding her down. I was afraid she would quickly dismiss me for being unable to thrive in a crowded school. There were multiple times when I felt unworthy of her, and she was never aware of it.

When we typically experienced our complex issues and traditionally had to unravel effective ways of addressing the potential crisis efficiently at the proper time, there were realistically brutal stretches when we typically had immensely destructive disagreements. Was it sometimes toxic? Yes, despite the pressure from our intimate relationship, our school work, or both. No matter how challenging it was to carefully navigate through a fierce fight in a complex connection at the ultimate end of a memorable day, that promptly set our fundamental differences aside and brought us together after we had cooled off. Subsequently, we mutually agreed to work diligently as a creative team to effectively address the potential issue.

Symbiotic bonds typically experience intense and superficial moments that follow the predictable course of the unique relationship. When you are in a long-distance relationship, the specific problems instantly get magnified by 1000 times bigger than they should be. One significant issue that was increasingly prevalent was our struggle to maintain a proper balance of effective communication. As a satisfactory result, we didn't allocate a significant amount of time to thoroughly understand and properly acknowledge what they were trying to convey. I intentionally kept pushing forward in our meaningful relationship and eagerly tried to roll merrily with the continuous waves.

I was living comfortably in the dorms in Roswell while she was residing in a small 2- to 3-bedroom apartment. It wasn't the fanciest place because it had all the basic living necessities and was small and claustrophobic. We undoubtedly had to willingly share the dorm room with a random stranger. The dorm room office employees either sincerely encouraged us to befriend our roommates or adamantly advised against it, but they barely tolerated the reality of us being around them for the whole year.

Her current schedule was also quite busy. It truly felt like living in close quarters and striving hard to end up close enough. They were in dire need of upgrades to create more spacious accommodations, but they were undoubtedly struggling to achieve a pristine living space. It naturally took some considerable time, but it was respectfully dedicated to a charming house that was realistically within its price range for affordable rent. Therefore, they allegedly stole it from the local market and immediately began deciding how they wanted to redecorate their private rooms.

As they envisioned how their rooms would end up. They went to the store to buy additional accent pieces to complement their existing collection. Kelsey was expressing her personality through stickers and quotes, allowing her imagination to guide her decorating choices. But the one thing I disagreed with was her choice of window covering and how easily people could see into her room.

She loved those window coverings and put them up anyway because that was what she wanted to do. I gave in and let her be happy and have her way because it was her method of expressing how she wanted to decorate and live with the theme she had chosen. The way I chose to decorate my apartment was quite childish, featuring an intriguing Oregon Ducks theme. We had two different styles of decorating the space where we were living, but it was definitely clashing and demanding our attention.

Whenever they had free time to go out and enjoy themselves, they would visit Gatlinburg, stroll along the strip, and indulge in moonshine. Another activity they enjoyed was going into the haunted houses and interacting with the actors.The frequency of their relaxation time was very low because they had to work hard preparing all the linens for the rental cabins. The workload consumed their lives and left them feeling very exhausted. They have many sleepless nights and endure long, grueling days, only taking Thanksgiving and Christmas off for the entire year.

I barely survived my first year at Roswell by skating through and passing my classes while trying to keep up with Miss Overachiever. She was getting ready for her freshman year at the University of Tennessee. I was transitioning to my second year in Roswell. I was really glad that my disastrous first year was over. Now I can focus on starting fresh while studying childcare.

That class felt extremely natural, and I didn't struggle to complete all of the coursework. As I was growing up, I always wanted to work with kids. During that year, we were moved out of the one-bedroom dorms and given more of an apartment-style dorm. With this, we were not subjected to a curfew like we were in the first year.

As she was getting used to the University of Tennessee and becoming acquainted with the campus, she had to walk to all her classes. She would also need to calculate the distance from her dorm room to make sure she wouldn't be late for class. On the first day of official classes, she walked into a large auditorium, observed the multitude of students in her class, and realized that she was just a number among them. She settled into a chair, determined to outshine her classmates and be acknowledged by the teacher for her hard work, not just to be another face in the crowd.

She knew that it wasn't going to be easy, but she was ready for the challenge ahead of her. As her day progressed and she attended all of her classes, she went to the bookstore to purchase all the textbooks she couldn't afford. As she brought them back to her dorm room, she decided to get straight to work on her first assignment and not relax that evening. She was determined to overachieve not only in high school but also in college.