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This is one hundred percent, without a doubt, a love story. One that does not cause butterflies but one where both the characters and the readers kick their feet in the air in cuteness - awaiting what the next page upholds.
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Shit, I'm late. I knew I shouldn't have gone home and taken a nap after the team workout today. Hopping out of my jeep with my bag on my shoulders I rush into my Anthropology class. The professor is just talking so I make my way back to the table where Melody is and sit next to her.
Once I'm sat down and have my computer out for notes, I look at Melody's worried figure. "You alright there, pretty girl?"
"Y-yeah. I was just worried that something happened to you." She mumbles.
Glad to see I'm important enough to be worried about, even if it's just as a friend. "Aww you worry about me, peach?"
Melody chuckles while shaking her head. She goes back to typing out notes about the change of linguistics throughout time. I study her for a minute before turning back to my own notes.
Why was she worried that something happened to me? Is it because I was late? I don't want to make her worry. I decide to brush it off before returning back to my screen and typing my notes.
An hour later, Professor Cambelle dismisses us. Melody and I, unlike other days, pack up silently but still walk out with each other. The bright sun beats down on my already tanned skin.
I look down at Melody, sensing that something's on her mind. I stop and grab her upper arm, stopping her from taking another step. She looks up at me with her big green eyes.
"Okay, what's on that mind of yours, pretty girl?" I tease.
She immediately shakes her head, mumbling, "nothing. Nothings wrong."
"I didn't ask if something's wrong. I asked what's on your mind." I say, wondering why she's avoiding my question.
I see the gears working behind her eyes as she falls silent and looks down at the sidewalk. "You said 'bye' yesterday."
I chuckle not understanding, "that's what you do when you're leaving someone."
Melody looks up with pain present, but I can tell she's trying to hide it. "No, you don't understand. You say 'bye' when you're never going to see someone again. Not to a person that you'll see later."
Oh, okay. I nod my head slowly, "so by me saying 'bye' yesterday, you thought you weren't going to see me again."
She nods, "then you weren't in class on time. So I of course thought that something bad happened to you." Why do I feel like there's an experience behind this?
"Well, I'm here and I'm doing fine," I reassure her. "I was late because I took a nap and I set my alarm wrong."
"Oh." Melody sighs while crossing her arms and looks down at her feet again.
I lift her chin to look at me, god she's so pretty, "why don't I get you an early dinner or something to make up for it?"
A soft smile erupts on her face, "fine. But you have to promise to not do that again. You've kind of become a close friend of mine."
