Belle | Princeton
Belle, trust me.
What?
I'm asking you to trust me. Understand.
I... I can't understand, you act like a psychopath. You... everywhere, anytime. You know where I am.
It's infatuation. You're so different from anyone I've ever known. I'd be flattered.
This has been flattering. It's just that I'm not I... I can't understand, you act like a nut job . You know, to the point that it is to an extended point of infatuation, like, oddly.
I have an idea. We see each other.
I'm not telling you where I live.
Obviously not. We're both fresh out of high school, so we should meet at a coffee joint, right?
Fine. Starbucks. Tomorrow. I'm assuming we live closer than I think. And I'm tasking you with finding me, wherever I may be.
Oh, how pleasant. Maybe I should just take a hike.
Kick rocks.
All that jazz?
All that jazz.
I'm glad you've been less crazy lately. I'm actually starting to enjoy our chats.
You make me feel special inside, really, Belle.
I'm glad I'll finally get to know what you look like.
See you tomorrow.
Don't get too snooty though. You're still low key a creep.
Oh, my dear Belle, I love you more and more each day.
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