ONE MORE TIME - brallon drabbles

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//Dallon received a written cheesy pick-up line, every day for five days in a row after his last class. And one day, it's no longer the same.//

Day one.
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Dallon walked to his locker, opened it up and a slip of paper fluttered to the ground. He peered down at the creased paper before hastily picking it up, hoping no one saw it. Dallon straightened it out before reading it, holding it close to his body like a life line.

"I'm not a photographer, but I can picture you and I together." — anonymous <3

Dallon's cheeks reddened, it was a cheesy pick-up line; nonetheless, it was cute. He wondered who it could have been from and why they're sending it to him. Dallon grabbed his backpack and placed the little paper into his jacket pocket. It made have been stupid, but it made him smile. That's rare nowadays; moreover, the world seemed brighter and for a moment he saw through rose colored glasses.

As he walked through the halls to go outside to be picked up by his mother, he viewed every person more closely. Anyone could be the mysterious admirer, but for now he'll keep his mind open.

Day two.
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He opened his locker again, a similar note falling out. Dallon grabbed it from falling, making himself look ridiculous in the process. Another cheesy pick-up line was there and a small smile formed on his lips.

"Can I take a picture with you so I can prove to my friends angels are real?" —anonymous <3

Dallon giggled slightly to himself. Whoever this mystery lover was, they sure could be flirty and they thought that he was an angel, a being of pureness and divinity. The tall teenager found the idea of him being an angelic figure silly. He was an average guy with nothing to him.

He slipped the note with the other one in his jacket pocket and he wondered if he could begin to collect these little pick-up lines...

He stuffed his hands into the pockets, a frown forming on his face. No one could think of him like that. If there was, it would have to be in a form of a joke.

Day three.
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Dallon Weekes did not expect there to be another cute note, but when it happened he felt like he had at least some worth. Okay, that was a lie, he still believed he was a worthless as a three dollar bill. His chances of finally being in a relationship were looking up but he had his head down.

He went up to his locker as usual and to his luck, there it was, a folded piece of paper fell. Dallon couldn't contain his excitement as he opened the paper.

"I thought happiness started with an H. Why does mine start with U?" —Anonymous <3

This blue-eyed boy could not stop blushing at such words. Yes, they were pick-up lines however just the thought that for three days in a row, they were meant for him, they made him feel special.

Even with this feeling in his chest, he has no idea who this mystery lover is. The handwriting doesn't help much as he's a little too lazy to scan every senior's handwriting.

Dallon kept the note again and walked toward the exit door. Who could be sending him these notes? He'll never find out or so he thought.

Day four.
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Another day, another note. Dallon smiled in excitement as another note appeared. At this point, he would wake up and wonder what the next note would contain. He struggled to open this one as his fingers were shaking. This note read...