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NOTHING IS GOING TOO FAST

Aviana.

As I entered the door, this fucking note was the only thing on my mind.

I ran up the stairs, ignoring the repetitive calls from my mother.

I put my hands on the first fold, surprisingly eager to read the note.

You don't even fucking like him, can you chill?
It's probably something like, 'Aye ma, you kinda cute.' or some dumb fuckboy shit.

I rolled my eyes at myself, unfolding the note.

But of course,

Anakin happily hopped into my room, whistling some ugly tune.

"Guess who just got a date to Homecoming?" He smirked, "Who."

"Not you, bitch."

I rolled my eyes as he laughed, his laughter soon turned into wheezes.

"Oh my God, get out of my room!" I screamed, grabbing the nearest object; which was my mechanical pencil- and chasing after him.

He was quick to hop up from the floor and run out of my room, tripping down a few of the stairs on his way down.

Now, back to my note.

I slipped in my room, slamming the door shut and locking it.

I walked to the note again and saw the first word, 'hey.'

Until, Beatrice decided to call me.

"Fuck!" I screamed, slamming the note down and storming over to my phone, quickly pressing decline and sending Bea a quick text.

'call me later, busy.'

I glared at the phone and threw it on my bed.

I grabbed the note again, reading the full thing.

'Hey, Avi. This is awkward, but, uh, HC without you would be a bitch. So, will you come and be the Lilo to my Stitch?'

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Filler chapter bc I suck(: