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𝙴𝚕𝚒𝚓𝚊𝚑 𝙰𝚝𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐 ↳ 𝙻𝚒𝚓𝚊𝚑
"move." i pushed santana's hand from my face and she frowned.
"but it's so pretty." she said and i scrunched up my face.
"you weird as hell." i said and moved over from by her.
"okay i'll stop." she said and laughed.
"anyways have you written anything about me yet?" she asked.
"maybe, maybe not." i shrugged.
"tell meeeee." she dragged out.
"no because that ruins the fun in it." i told her.
"hmph." she crossed her arms.
"girl." i said looking over at her.
"just say yes or no." she said.
"yes." i said and she perked up.
"thank you." she nodded solemnly.
"you write anything about me?" i asked her and she tried to hide her smile.
"sadly." she said switching to her poker face.
"sadly? i'm that bad?" i asked.
"not really." she shrugged and laid her head back on the arm of the couch.
"what's that supposed ta mean?" i questioned and raised my eyebrow.
"exactly what it sound like, you ain't that bad." she repeated.
"mmm." i hummed and grabbed my book from the side table.
"chile not you bein four eyed." she said referring to my glasses.
"fuck up." i flicked her off.
"i ain't teasin you calm down." she said rolling her eyes.
it had been like a week or two since the project had started and it's just been me and her. i'm either at her house or she's over here or we go to the rooftop. her company is nice when she not talking shit or something.
"you know how to dance?" she asked me and i looked over at her, "no, why?"
