Sometimes I felt like I could pass time when I talk with you.
It was Saturday night, and you texted me.
I was really happy.
We texted all night until 3 a.m..
And thank god, you texted me, because I slept in, meaning I skipped soccer.
Most importantly, you'd listen to me complain and complain about things I had gotten so annoyed about, and when I heard my phone chime, 2 seconds after I texted you, I smiled.
When you reply, I smile, I guess It was like how I fangirled everytime I heard Luke Hemming's solo, but you know what?
Thank You,
thank you for making my heart flutter at the little things you do.
My life just got screwed up, by you, but in a good way, you changed it in a good way.
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Teen Fiction(Completed but not edited) Everything lies within tangled webs. Feelings, thoughts, truth. You can try to lie. Fake a smile. But you can't fake your feelings. You can't fake how you feel, and even if you try, it never works. Or else you explode i...
