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love
/ləv/
1. an intense feeling of deep affection
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my mom rings the doorbell,
i didn't want to be here, i loved their family, but hated Louis.
the door opened and Issie was standing on the other side.
"come in!" she says.
i follow my mom inside and take my shoes off.
"so, Louis tells us you're his partner for a project." Issie says once i'm inside and sitting in their living room.
"yeah," i say. "not very exciting,"
"oh come on! why can't you two just be friends?" Millie asks.
i knew the truth, but didn't want to say anything.
"i don't know," i say. "but, that doesn't matter, because he doesn't even want to be friends with me."
"he liked you, all last year," Millie blurts.
"Millie!" Issie scolds.
"what?" Millie says.
"is that true?" i ask.
"well, yes, he did, but then after your dad passed, we didn't see you very often." Issie says.
"i know, sorry, i didn't feel like talking." i say.
"it's fine, we get it," Issie says.
"but come on, you and Louis would make a great couple!" Millie says.
"i don't think so," i say. "besides i don't date,"
"i still don't get why," Millie says.
i chuckle a bit and see Louis walk down the stairs, he sees us sitting down and walks over.
"hi there," he says to me.
"hi," i say.
"you weren't in class today," he says.
"i didn't feel well," i say.
i convinced my mom that i was sick so i could stay home, i really just wanted to stay in my bed all day.
"but you're here now," he says.
"it was a stomach ache, stop interrogating me." i say getting up.
the entire dinner our parents just talked about real estate, i was trying to stay silent.
"so," Millie says dragging the o. "Charlie are you going to prom?"
i nearly spit out my water, "uh, i don't know, probably not." i say.
"why not?" Issie asks. "it was so fun for me,"
"well i don't have anyone to go with, and besides, i don't like those large groups of people." i say.
"fine, Louis what about you?" Millie asks.
"yeah probably," Louis says.
"hey! i just had the best idea!" Millie says. "what if you-" she starts to say but i'm guessing Louis kicked her from under the table. "nevermind,"
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"goodnight! thank you for having us!" my mom says as we leave.
we get into the car and five home in silence,
when we pull into the garage my mother looks at me,
"you have to promise you're going to go to prom alright?" she says.
"mom," i start.
"no, i want you to attend, no ifs, buts or what's." she says. "you are going,"
"fine," i grumble and get out of the car slamming the door behind me.
i go upstairs to my room, i tossed my shoes aside.
i didn't want to go to prom,
the main reason?
it was stupid, ridiculous, why would you want to get all dressed up for a boy? and dance around to music that you can listen to in your bedroom or car.
my phone buzzes and i pick it up,
from Louis P,
i groan and click on the message,
tomorrow we should work on our project, you can come over to mine at 4.
he says.
sure,
i type back, i put my phone on charge and get ready for bed.
i lay in bed awake,
what is love?
