Chapter 1:
I
It was the first day of eighth grade. I stared at the boy who had been my friend since kindergarten.
"What?" I ask dumbfounded.
"Will you be my girlfriend?" His cheeks turned red.
"You know how long I've been waiting for you to ask that? About eight years."
"Is that a yes?"
"How'd you get yes from that?" I could see the fear in his eyes and his cheeks turned redder, "I'm kidding! I'm kidding! Of course it's a yes!" I quickly say. The smile reappears on his face.
"Thank God. I almost thought I made a complete fool of myself."
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II
I walk into my room and check my phone. No texts. He was supposed to text me two hours ago that he got home. I'm panicked. Olivia, my best friend, told me to calm down. How can I calm down? Suddenly, my phone rang. It's from an unknown number.
"Hey." The voice says. I automatically recognize it. Marc.
"Hi." I breath.
"I'm sorry I didn't text you. I got in a pretty bad car wreck and I don't know what happened to my-"
"Crosby Marcus. Do you have any idea how worried I was about you?"
"Did you have to use my full name?"
"Yes I did." He laughs.
"I love you."
"I love you too. Wait. You were in a car wreck?!"
"I was waiting to see how long until you got that. Yeah. I'm fine. Just a couple cuts."
"Are they bad cuts?"
"What's your definition of 'bad'?"
"Where are you? I'm coming to see you."
"You don't have to-"
"Where. Are. You?"
"Greenville hospital. Room 424. You don't have to come-"
"I'll be there as soon as I can. Love you!"
"Love you too." He sighed
•••••••••••••••••••••So I'm starting a new story! Yay! If you don't know who Cory and Topanga are you need to look them up right now and watch every episode of Boy Meets World. It'll probably help you understand some of the story cause I'm taking some of the story line from that show. Sorry this is a short chapter. The next one will be longer! Thanks for reading!
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The Cory and Topanga of Our Generation
Storie d'amore"Please?" "No." I laugh as he asks me the same question he's asked a thousand times. "Pleeease?" "No! You're not winning this one." "But... I always win..." "Exactly. It's not good to win all the time. It goes straight to your head." I poke the sid...