airplanes ⇁ horan

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he watched her from the other side of the wall, boxes being brought in from different trucks.

she looked gorgeous, her blonde hair tied high in a pony tail, her make-up free face as pale as ever.

she decided to take a break, and escaped her chattering parents, stepping out onto the back porch.

he took a piece of paper from the binder that sat next to him, and folded the different sides, writing a small message inside of it.

he carefully and skillfully plucked and threw the thin paper, watching it fly over the short wall.

she leaned over, spotting a piece of folded up paper, shaped like an airplane.

she opened it, reading the words sprawled out in scrawny hand writing,

" it's niall. "

the girl thought for a moment.

she ran back inside the house, looking through boxes, until she found a blank paper.

using her most neatest writing, she wrote a message inside, and folding it up as best as she could into an airplane.

the paper flew easily over the short wall, landing in his yard.

he sprinted over to it, and unfolded the neat white paper, reading,

" it's ferra. "