Yogurt

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We walked into the froyo joint to see only as small elderly couple and a teenage guy with vibrant aquamarine hair. I smiled softly, Emma would pair me up with a guy who had the same color hair as me.

"Michael!'' She said, presumably to the boy with the aqua hair. He turned and smiled, his bright white teeth showing between his two perfectly pink lips. He had green eyes that glistened slightly and a silver nose ring. I blushed as his deep voice said: "Hey guys, over here.'' He had an accent from another country, it sounded almost Irish

"Hey, what's up, man?" Andy asked casually as he say down.

"You know. The usual. Chillin. Crying over Harry Potter" he laughed. His light blue eyes softened a bit when he looked at me.

"Uh. Hi. I'm Michael." he trailed off as he shook my hand.

"Sup. I'm Kayde." I shook his hand and sat down next to Emma. His hands were actually pretty soft; for a guy. That's a weird thing to say. Socially Awkward Kayde; I choose you. Everyone conversed around me and me being me, I stayed quiet.

"..and then I said: "How do you think I rang the doorbell?" Michael said, finishing his terrible joke. I smiled and looked up only too see Michael looking at me and grinning. He was rather pretty. Who was I kidding. He's REALLY pretty.

A/N: HEY GUYS I KNOW ITS SUPER SHORT AND IT BEEN 8283297292729793729 YEARS BUT IM BACK AND LIVING AND HEY!!!!!!!! IM SO HAPPY. THE INSPIRATION IS REAL

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