A/N: BTW, you and Arty are like 20-25 in this imagine.
Warning: Mild Language involved! You have been warned!!!
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"Arty?" I whispered.
Why was I whispering? Because we are in a library. Anyways.
"Stop calling me that." he hissed,"Now what do you want (F/N)?"
"I'm bored of reading..."
He looked at me shocked. I'm the girl who always has her nose in a book. Always carrying a book with her. Never gets tired of reading. The girl that reads at least 10 books a day. I think you get my point.
"What? Why? Are you okay? Are you sick perhaps?" He asked, genuinely concerned. He also had a worried look on his face.
"You heard me. I don't know why. Yes. I'm perfectly healthy." I responded.
"Well, what do you want to do?" He whispered as the librarian glared at us behind her typical librarian glasses.
"Well... Wanna go to my apartment and create a lemon or two?" I asked as he look upon his book once more.
"Grammar (F/N). Anyways, what do you mean by lemo- Oh," His eyes widened as he blushed darkly.
He started packing up his stuff and slung his bag over his shoulder and muttered,"Maybe some other time..."
Then he left quicker than I could respond back to him. I smirked and pulled out my phone, clicking on the green messaging app, and texted him.
I'll be waiting! ;D ]
[ Shut it!
*smirks evilly* So how soon is 'Maybe some other time'? ]
[ Go fuck yourself!
Arty! Language! Besides, you already said you'd do that. ;} ]
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