She seemed so happy, but the fact that she wasn't smiling and laughing because of me made my heart clench.
I walked over to them and flashed a fake smile at Emilea.
"Hey princess, who's this?" I asked kissing her head.
The guy looked shocked, but then smirked.
"I'm Peter Ross, Em's best friend and her brothers boyfriend. We were just talking about how the nurse needed a major manicure."
After he said that I felt so stupid.
He was gay! Damn I'm so fucking stupid.
"Yeah, Pete this is Derek. He's the guy I told you about, the one who wrote me the letters." Emilea blushed as she mentioned the letters, causing me to smile a real smile.
"Its nice to meet you. I can't say I've heard anything about you."
Peter glared at Em and soon replied to me with a toothy smile.
"Well, there's not much yo say other than I'm gay, weird, sassy, and am very straight forward. And I must say you are more attractive in person than what Em tells me"
Emileas cheeks tired almost as pink as her hair. She looks so adorable when she blushes.
"Um, thanks I guess?" She said giggling.
"Oh, I said that outloud?"
I nervously rubbed the back of my neck and we all continued random conversation.
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The Girl With The Pink Hair
Teen FictionThere she was; standing alone at her locker. No one ever talked to her, she never spoke. If only he knew the girl with the pink hairs name, but he soon found out with that first letter...
