(Marcys POV)
I was sitting in the fwagon trying to write the perfect love letter to Anne. I've always been one for math and science, but love was the one thing I struggle with. And if it were a class, I might fail.
*Knock*
(Anne's POV)
*knock* hey mar mar! Whatcha doin? That's quite a lot of paper you've got there. "Oh uh..drawing!"
"Oooo can I se-" I tried to grab the paper butt she snatched it. "Man, you've got some quick grabbers." *giggle* " Anne you're too cute- I MEAN-" she dug her head into her hoodie.
(Marcys POV)
Gosh, why did I say that?! I always f*ck things up. She's gonna hate me isn't she.- I lost my train of thought to the feeling of a finger lifting up my chin. "Marce, I think you're pretty cute too."
