January 2010
2 posts
Gives Me Hope, 2.
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“Eric!” I shouted, chasing after him. “Give it back!” When I finally reached him, I jumped on his back.
“‘I love you!’” he read, mocking my voice.
“Eric!”
“‘I love you too, Baby!’” he said in a low, creeper-ish voice.
“Bryce does not sound like that!”
We finally fell onto the ground, laughing...
Gives Me Hope. (I guess that'll be the title.)
He handed me a white daisy. “Everyone’s talking about you.”
I stared at him, confused, but I took the flower. “What are these people saying?”
“They’re saying you look hott, but they wouldn’t be caught d—…dead being with you because you’re too much of a loser slash poser.”
I ignored the “pun” that he tried to (sort of) cover up. “Then why did you give me this?” I held up the flower.
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