June 18th, 2015 "pizza sauce is red, pizzas soul is blue, and I love pizza"
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I didn't show up to the coffee shop for 14 days and then, i missed michael, so I gave in.
"morning luke, your regular?" the familiar voice asked.
I nodded and bit my lip, taking in the beauty of the boy in front of me, his brown fringe laying in his forehead.
I sat down and sighed, realizing i forgot my poetry book. so I just grabbed a pen out of my bag and began doodling on some napkins.
michael arrived just in time, he whispered to me as he set nycoffee down, "I'm sorry I'm a huge asshole"
YOU ARE READING
speak// muke
Fiksi Penggemar^v short chapters, but frequent updates^ luke doesn't speak, and michael speaks to much. match made in hell.
