Move-In Day

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Blake's P.O.V

What if I just might like her? What if , she doesn't like me back? What if I make a fool of myself and say some stupid things.. But what if she does like me? Well, this is scary cause I feel a way , a certain type of way.

"Blake , good morning I just got in!" , yelled Charlie from the front door. I fled off my bed to help her drag her suitcase into the other rooms. But , but.. How'd she get here so fast? I doubt she has a car , does she? I thought to myself. Me being my curious self asked because this walk is a long walk from the upper east side. "Charlie , how'd you get here?" I asked , "you have a car?" , I asked again , thus she nodded. "You silly thing , does it look like I'm a girl to walk? I'm lazy as hell " she giggled , "not you alone " I mumbled under my breath.. I started feeling hungry while my stomach grumbled as I drug the last suitcase into her bedroom. "Wanna go get some coffee?" She asked , my face widdening with a smile. How did she know I was hungry? Did she must tummy grumble or saw it through my facial expression.. Do I look hungry? I started to freak...

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