cliché || kim samuel

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goodnight

the breeze chilled her through her school uniform. her skirt was no help to the cold air around them.

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he noticed and began to take his jacket off. he had a hoodie on too. he'd be warm enough.

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she felt a weight on her shoulders, being enveloped by a sudden warmth.

she looked to him, now only in a hoodie. her bag over his shoulder along with his.

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" aren't you cold?"

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"you seemed colder than me."

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"thanks."

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his jacket was quiet oversized on her.

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she stopped in front of a large, very nice house.

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he walked her to the porch where he gave her bag back.

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she then returned his jacket, thanking him.

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"um, thanks samuel... are you alright with me calling you by that? because-"

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"you can call me samuel, (y/n)."

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"doesn't everyone call you sam? it is a nickname."

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his eyes glanced down at his feet, then back up to hers. he didn't like saying samuel since it sounded weird to him, but not when she said it.

"everyone else does. but I don't want you to."

he gave her a cheeky smile.

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she looked down. blushing.

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"oh! here's my number. in case you need to call me about the project." he stated, holding a piece of paper out for her.

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"thanks. oh, and goodnight, samuel." she smiled, putting emphasis on his name.

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"goodnight, (y/n)."

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(y/n) closed the door and sighed happily.

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samuel walked off to his own house, smiling.

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each felt butterflies.

but they've only really spoken for a day.

true love?

no. that's way too cliché.