Trence's POV
She finished the vase.
It looked beautiful yet simple.
We still have three more newspapers.
"What will we do with that?" I asked.
"You took it, you decide." She smirked.
I rolled my eyes. "Maybe we could create the three words that we want to say to each other." I smirked.
She blushed.
(°_°)?
What?
"D---Don't stare at me like that! Dummy!" She punched my shoulder.
"I wasn't staring at you! I was wondering why you were blushing."
"I wasn't blushing." She denied, still blushing.
"Yes you are."
"W---Whatever! What do you want to tell me, anyway?"
"I hate you." I smirked.
But she blushed more.
"What's your problem?" I said laughing.
"Nothing." She said.
After that blushing scenario, I, the none artistic, just pasted the newspaper, colored it blue, and painted the three words I wanted to say.
But somehow, I painted I like you, other than I hate you.
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My Tsundere
Teen Fiction(HIGHEST: #12 IN TSUNDERE) She's a tsundere. Out of all the girls I see everyday, out of all the girls striving hard, seducing me, she's the only one that made me interested. [Editing]
