Jules

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Giggling like a little girl, I follow Jules through the school hallways. We did it, we survived that whole Ann-Marie problem! For now.

I'm so happy, I feel like I could explode, jump on my bed while squealing...I'm so happy Jules is there! I basically stood there with my childish afraid face while he was saving me!

So, happy? Jules asks me, grinning slyly as he squeezes my hand gently

I look at him, losing myself in his dreamy Azul eyes. I could stare at them for hours...

Of course I am! What's next? I question him, squeezing his hand back as I interlocked my fingers with his

He chuckles lightly leading me out of the school as he just looks at me with a priceless expression. I wasn't like a price on a target, not a toy. He loves me, he cares about me, I have no doubt about it...

What about we just sit on the grass in silence, just like before? He whispers softly as he stepped in the wet grass

I nod shyly, sitting next to him in the fresh watered grass, leaning back to watch the stars.

The sky is so beautiful at night. I whisper back, leaning my head on his shoulder

And you're even more beautiful to me. He wanders, poking my nose as he stares back at the sky

We just remain silent, happy together. There is no awkwardness, no sadness or anything. We are just...happy. He sure knows how to make me feel special...

Look, a shooting star! I gasp, pointing the sky silently, watching the magic phenomena in front of us

His eyes widen, as he squeezes my interlocked fingers softly, glaring at me lovingly.

They were made just for us...he declares, following the star's trail across the sky

I couldn't be happier. After all that drama, all that pain that I've felt through those years, he makes me forget them. Well, almost. When I'm with him, I feel like I can be myself.

If I cried, he would have accepted that and just know how to make me feel better. He's like the sun after the rain, you know?

Kissing his cheek romantically, I close my eyes, enjoying the moment. Quickly, we fall asleep, the sky watching us from above... 

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