❝Are your hands feeling heavy? Cause I can hold them for you.❞
❝Is your head feeling heavy? Cause I can chop it off for you.❞
The story of a boy who tries to win a girl's heart with cheesy pick up lin...
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e p i g r a p h
❝let your freckles be periods
and my scars be the alphabet
our skin together is the most beautiful thing i have ever read❞
unknown
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Chloe sat at a lonely table next to the window. Her dark brown curls cascaded down her back. Her long eyelashes fluttered as her eyebrows furrowed, eyes scanning the pages in front of her. She was so lost in thought she didn't notice a figure hovering in front of her.
The figure cleared his throat.
Chloe jolted up, as she looked up to find herself staring into a pair of grey eyes.
"Um... hi?" Chloe spoke up.
The boy in front of her took a deep breath, as if preparing for a speech. But what came out of his mouth surprised Chloe.
"Here I am! What were your other two wishes?" He announced, grinning.
Chloe gawked at him for a millisecond, confused, but quickly shut her mouth.
She rolled her eyes mentally. Boys.
"For you to be charming and handsome. I guess not all wishes come true."
The boy's eyes widened a bit, before composing himself again.
"You know, you look a lot like my next girlfriend."
Chloe didn't miss a beat.
"You know, you look a lot like the guy I turned down two seconds from now." Chloe retorted.
"There's something wrong with my eyes. I can't take them off of you."
Chloe rolled her eyes, and not mentally this time.
"I'm having a problem with mine, too. I can't see you getting anywhere with me."
The boy raised an eyebrow.
"Can I get your picture? I want to show Santa exactly what I want for Christmas."
Chloe was getting irritated.
"Can I get your picture? I want to show the police exactly who I'm filing a restraining order against.
The boy chuckled.
"Your face must turn a few heads."
"And your face must turn a few stomachs." Chloe snapped.
"What would you say if I asked you to marry me?" The boy asked.
"Nothing. I can't talk and laugh at the same time."
"Do you have a map? I'm getting lost in your eyes."
"No I don't, so why don't you just GET LOST?" Chloe glared.
The boy sighed. He was running out of pick up lines on the spot.
"I'll leave if you give me your number."
Chloe thought for a moment.
"Fine." She growled as she handed him a slip of paper.
The boy grinned brightly at her. He turned to leave. He walked a few steps, then paused.
"Oh, by the way, the name's Hunter."
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so yeah, some parts are all dialogue like the last chapter, some parts are full sentences with third person like this one, and some will be text messages and calls.
