november 25th, 7:00am
you're standing under the oak, your cheeks pink from the cold
you see me walk towards you and and your lips form a grin
"hey"
"hi"
"you came"
"i did"
i let out a shiver and you take this as an excuse to put an arm over my shoulder and pull me to your side.
i feel my cheeks redden and hear you give out a little chuckle
"what?"
"nothing, you just look really cute when you blush. you remind me of a tomato with googly eyes stuck on"
we both erupt into laughter.
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Lemon Tea | ✓
Short Storythe story of a boy who liked lemon tea and a girl who made latte lowercase intended status : complete #108 in short story 04/10/16
