I break my hand away and smile at Chris apologetically. I can't understand what's with Rose. She's acting so strange, but then again I never make the time to ask her about her problems, she's always asking about mine. I carefully stand up, not wanting to fall over, and sit beside Rose. I pluck out her earphones and she glares at me, in a joking way. "Rose who do you like?" I ask tentatively. She glares once again, this time serious.
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Unspoken Desires
RomantizmThis is a story I'm writing with @yourworshipfulnesss, we are taking it in turns to write :)
