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Yesterday day's basketball clinic was fun. I'm pretty good. We had a boy/girl scrimmage. Easton was impressed with me. I think I like him. But I don't think he likes me.

I was snapchatting my friend from North Carolina, Riley.
Just then I got a snapchat from...........EASTON!!!

It was a picture of his ceiling: hey

Really? Why wouldn't he show his face? Why would he just say hi?

I took a cute picture: hey!
He sent pack the emoji heart eyes face.

I went on his Instagram. He had just selfies. With tons of girls commenting on them.
He had a picture with some girl, but I think it was his cousin or something.

*Sunday*

He snapchatted me: good morning
Meh: good morning ☺️

Then, he started face timing me!!!
*accept*

He didn't have a shirt on and he was laying on his bed.
Easton : hey.
Me;hey
Easton: what are you doing?
Me: nothing
Easton: do you want to come play basketball with me and chase and mark?
Me: who is chase and mark?
Easton: the boys that were with me the other day.
Me: oh okay I'll be right over.
Easton: and don't worry, I will put on a shirt. Hahaha.

I got there. We got on teams. Me and Easton. Chase and Mark.
Mark was about to shoot when I was going up to play defense.
Then, chase tripped me to couldn't defend.
Easton caught me!
I looked up at him, got up, and thanked him.
Chase and Mark started teasing us that we would end up dating.

I started heading home.
Easton is pretty cool.
He is dirty though.
He make dirty comments and jokes and stuff.
But I like him.

I snapchatted him when I got home.
Then I heard someone knock on the door.
It was Easton and Chase.
They brought me my headband, I left at his house.
"You did it on purpose didn't you?" Said Chase.
Then, he started yelling that Easton gave me AIDS.
"WHAT!?" My mom yelled from inside.
"Oh, nothing." I yelled back.
I got kind of mad and went inside.
I decided I was going to pretend I was mad at him.
I wasn't going to snapchat, text, or talk to him for a few days.
It would be funny.

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