He looked at me about 10 times total today. Maybe more when I wasn't looking. Definitely. I think...
When art was about over, I was putting my pencil away. D walked up behind me with plenty of room left and basically walked against my body, touching my behind. I told my friends about it, and they called me a horrible insult. I don't think they realize how much they can hurt me sometimes. It sucks. I feel like crawling into a hole and dying when they insult me. They're the best, though. They listen to my endless rants about D without complaining. That's what friends are for, right?
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RomanceOkay, so you may know that I'm in the process of writing "Reality." Well, I decided to do a different story with the POV of D and G, with the same characters. I'm taking a break from, "Reality." I will work on it, but when I feel as if I should. Tha...
