"Harry please, the fault in our stars was a masterpiece" her sneers and giggles as she said this told me she thought otherwise.
"Darcy I thought you had better taste in books but I can see that isn't the case" although John Green is a excellent writer and many of his works are credible and simply genius I dislike the fault in our stars, it was simplistic.
"Oh shh, Harry. I'm simply joking, I agree with your opinion of the book, I also think you have such a hating towards it because it made you cry"
" I'll have you know I do not cry over books, especially soppy teen ones. Darcy my dear, I assure you that I did not cry over the fault in our stars" I was lying, I infact cried. I smiled at her as she started into my eyes looking for any kind of sign that I was lying.
"Ok then, how about we talk about something else crybaby" she laughed a loud laugh, clearly proud with her comment. I couldn't help but laugh along with her.
"Darcy, would you please do me the honour of going on a date with me" I said quickly in the fear of being rejected.
"Harry, I thought you'd never ask" she explained with the biggest smile on her face.
My dear Darcy, I wish we could go back to this moment oh how I wish things were different. I beg you to tell me where we went wrong.
