PS. To those girls who think they're not pretty, read this.
We're here sitting at the bench, silently looking to those people who passes by, "Bro look at her, she's pretty right?" I said looking at the girl who wear pink headband, Actually she's my crush, I'm not lesbian but uhm.. bisexual? I think, so yeah. "But you're much way more prettier than her" you said without looking at me "Wtf bro? Hahahahahaha-" but I stopped from laughing because your face became serious. "You're pretty Blythe" you said then stare at me "But I like pretty girls" I joked "You're just attracted by them, you don't like nor love them, because deep inside your heart you are a lady" uhm "Bro, I think I'm gay" your jaw dropped "Kidding~ hahaha but seriously bro? I'm not pretty" I said then look away "I'm not the girly type who wears pink headband, the one who wears mini skirt and the one that boys would like" I said seriously "They don't need to like who you are. Because you're just being you. It's okay for them to hate who you are than to like who you're not." Uhm, I faked a cough "Okay, stop the drama bro. Come on let just play basketball and the one who wins will get the punishment, deal?" I said then lend my hand for a handshake "Deal" you said while shaking our hands.
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Fanservice (RPW)
Short StoryCollection of all my fanservice, hope you like it humans. #225 IN SHORT STORY (05-27-17)