Michael's pov below :)
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"Hey, wanna come over to mine?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Why not?"
"Cause I want you too."
"And I don't want to."
"Please!"
"NO."
"My parents want to meet you,"
"What?!"
"Yeah, i talk about you a lot. And they-."
"No."
"No what?"
"I can't do this. I- I have to go."
"Wait!"
"Bye Michael."
Michael looked after her disappearing figure as she fled from him. He was confused. Why did she leave? Had he said something wrong?
He rubbed his hands over his face, sighing in defeat. All he ever wanted was to be her friend, and maybe on some weird level he was, but she was always pushing him away.
Sure, they hung out around school and talked (most of the time it was him doing the talking), whenever they talked, she answered in short, clipped answers. She could be cold and rude. She always had either a scowl or a sad look on her face.
He wanted so badly for her to open up to him, to pour her heart out to him so he could comfort her and hug her and tell her everything was okay. He wanted her to show him her monsters, so he could chase them away.
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Just Like Water
General Fiction"I push you away, but you come back, you always do, again and again and again. You're just like water."
