So Cae found about the guy I “love” somehow.
Look, just because I want to hold his hand and fall asleep with him at night and spend cold winter nights wrapped up in a blanket with him doesn’t mean I love him, alright?
It just means I like him as a friend.
Plus, even if I did “love” him, he doesn’t like me back anyway. He’s only called me pretty like, ten times, and that doesn’t even mean anything. And that one time he kissed me was just on the cheek because he likes my sense of humor.
Totally normal.
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Caligula and Caesar's American Adventure
Teen FictionJoin Cali and Cae as they explore the vast expanse of the Americas, and the lovely platonic-yet-slightly-lesbianic relationship they have with one another. Bands, books, ice cream, and confusing British terminology are all conversations on the table...
