S e v e n t h
“What's your favorite color?” Ginger asked, twirling a pen through his long fingers.
“Hmm . . . blue, I think,” I said, smiling softly. He noticed and stopped toying around with my office supplies.
“Why blue?” He questioned, his brown whirlpools of eyes widening in fascination. It was funny, blue was my favorite color . . . until I met him.
“It's Neal's favorite color,” I explained, gesturing with my hands as I waited for a new customer to walk up and interrupt our conversation.
Ginger smirked, like he knew I was lying.
Psychic gay bastard . . .
“I have a proposition,” he said, weaving a rope in my thoughts that tugged my attention to him.
“Oh?” I raised an eyebrow, signalling for him to continue.
“I want you to go on a date with me.”
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school has started again so there won't be as many updates :(
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On Blue Days
Short Story❝cry me a bedtime story❞ ♡ ♡ ♡ in which a girl going through a hardship is humored by a red haired boy. [ Mature themes inside ] ♡ a dialogue and phone call based story ♡ cover by @d_bell thank you text copyright © isabelle silver if you steal thi...
