"no, no. you're line is, 'but what if you're the thing I look forward to.' emphasis on you're."
"does it really matter?"
"yes it matters! now let's do this again."
"it's hot!"
"I know."
"and i'm thirsty!"
"oliver, I have to get this done!"
"when's the kissing scene?"
"kissing scene? what are you talking about?"
"there's not a kissing scene? why am I even doing this?"
"oliver, you promised you'd help me. seriously, quit playing around."
"fine."
"...oliver...oliver! No, stop!"
"Mwahahahaha!"
"no, stop tickling me! NO, AHHH!"
"sue, come back here!"
"NEVER!"
"I promise I won't tickle you!"
"you pinky swear?"
"pinky swear."
"fine."
"just a quick kiss and then i'll put emphasis on you're and stand out in the heat and get all sweaty and dehydrated."
"fine."
"ok, come here."
"oliver! you pinky swore!"
"Mwahahaha!"
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miles and miles
Teen Fictionthey were miles and miles apart, with a promise of forever.