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{Pete pov}

"You look perfect"

....oh god. Why did I just say that? I'm so stupid? Patrick is going to think I am so weird now. He's never going to talk to me again. I'm going to be all alone. I can never hug him, or make him laugh, or make him smile ever again, and those are my favourite things to do, and now I've wrecked it, I've wrecked it all-

Suddenly, Patrick's lips crash into mine.

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