Dear Diary,
How are you guys?
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Mal let out a quiet pathetic sound resembling laughter. Anything to take her mind off of her current emotional state.
Including talking to an audience that isn't there.
"Yo, Mal!" called out Carlos, startling the girl.
In a rush of embarrassment, she hid her diary and glared up at him.
"People say hi!"
Carlos held his hands up in awkward surrender. He noticed the flushed tint on Mal's cheek and assumed she was either reading fan fiction (which, thanks to his past relationship with Jane, he knew girls did sometime), or she was writing one.
Nothing in between.
"Um, Ben..." at the mention of Ben's name, he noticed her calm down and felt a ting in his chest, "... asked me to fetch you."
"Fetch me? Am I a dog? Am I him?" Her hands pointed down to a shivering Dude.
Mal's glare always scared the poor little guy.
Carlos feigned offense and squatted to cuddle Dude, "You low beings could only wish to reach the heights of my furry friend's royalty."
She let out a small chuckle, "Yeah, if we was furries."
"Jay would be one before us," he snorted.
"He'd steal the ears and howl when everyone's sleeping."
"Dude! I was thinking that!" He laughed.
"You think it; I say it," she held her hand up for a high five and he instantly gave it.
The touch ignited the flare back into her cheeks, but she chose to blame it on her chilly weather — a weather season where she wished her boyfriend chose to cuddle her instead of his work.
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YOU ARE READING
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Fanfiction╰┈➤ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵒ ⁱⁿˢᵉᶜᵘʳᵉ, ᴵ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ; ᵂʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ᵐʸ ᶠᵘᶜᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵉᵉⁿᵃᵍᵉ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐ¡! ❞ ☆✼★━━━━━━━━━━━━★✼☆ The tears flowed unchecked down her cheeks and dripped from her chin. She was too sad to cry out or wail, she just stood there as still as a statue...
