As the credits rolled, he got up and grabbed her gift from under the bed. He didn't have wrapping paper lying around so he had gone with an alternative method. It was just lined notebook paper with some doodles he had drawn on it. It was the best he could do. He handed her the present. "A little late, but happy birthday."
After the initial shock, she gave him a small smile. It was the first time he had seen her smile in days. A warm feeling spread through him as he knew he was the cause of that smile, however small it may have been. He watched her as she tried not to rip the paper. When the cover of the book became visible, she chuckled. "You didn't...', she muttered. She looked back up at him. "Thank you." He smiled and he couldn't help it as his gaze lingered on her lips.
"Well, it's late. I should go", she said suddenly. His eyes snapped back up to hers. "Thanks again" He cleared his throat, "Yeah, no problem."
That night, his bed felt cold and empty without her.
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the boy next door
Short Storyjust a short, cheesy love story about a boy and a girl who bond over movie nights DISCLAIMER: 1) English is not my first language so beware of spelling and grammatical errors 2) I haven't given the main characters a name or much physical description...
