"Time's up." My professor says not soon enough.
I look over at Michael and I smile at him widely, him returning the expression.
I pack up my stuff, knowing he'd be following me once again, walked out of the busy classroom craving some fresh air.
Where to now? That honestly was the most boring hour and a half of my life.
He snickers at himself and I roll my eyes, gesturing to a cluster of picnic tables we were approaching.
"Let's talk."
We sit across from each other and it's a perfect opportunity to be able to look at his face.
I really liked his face.
"I can't believe you're real." I tilt my head slightly, the idea of him still blowing my mind.
Me neither.
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Unwritten «m.c.»
फैनफिक्शनAs 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.
