Love?

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So this chapter is going to suck because I only have 5 minutes to type this. But please try to enjoy it. AND MY NEW NEWSIE FANFICTION IS UP! Please enjoy the story. And if you truly like it, comment below...
----------------------------------------------I slowly open my eyes and sit up as I looked around. I was in my room. There was no one here except a figure in the corner.
"Where am I? What happ-?", I try to say before the persons lips crashed into mine.
"Carter I'm so happy that your alive! For a second there I thought you were a goner!", A cheerful Skittery pulled me into a tight hug.
"Skittery..", I whine trying to push him off. But I was still too fragile and weak to get out of his grasp.
"Skittery!", I shout annoyed, trying to put some distance between us.
"What did you-?! Why did you?!", I yell trying not to collapse from the shock.
"Don't you get it? Are you really that stupid?", Skittery said with a smile.He started to inch towards me until my back was against the wall. I breathe
heavily trying to process what happened
"I love you, Carter... Can't you see?", Skittery pleaded into my ear. His voice barely a whisper. His breath tickling my face. My eyes trail up to his face as I gently touch his pink lips. He lets out a sigh as I remember the kiss moments before.
His lips tasted like dust and sugar.., why am I thinking this?! I just need fresh air.
"Carter do you love me?", Skittery asked out of breath.
Biting my lip in hesitation I tried to figure out my feelings for him. I mean I've known him ever since my brother became a newsie. He's one of my best friends.
But how do I know if I feel the same?
"Carter I said do you love me?", Skittery repeated still pinning me against the wall. His eyes look pleadingly into mine.
I looked away trying to think of what I feel...
"I need some air.", I state pushing Skittery away from me and walking out the door. Into the harsh sunlight.

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Told you it would suck. But what are your thoughts. Comment below.

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