I walk out into my bedroom using my towel to dry my hair. I put my dirty clothes in a hamper and walk over sitting next to Michael who was on my bed.
He looks over at me feeling the bed dip and smiles.
So.
"So..." I laugh crossing my legs underneath me.
What would you like to do?
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FanfictionAs kids we used to play a game called make believe, we'd pretend something was real. Adults always would laugh at us because they supposedly knew that things were ridiculous and impossible, but we thought they were. We knew the truth.
