*Dec's POV*
I just want her attention. I want her to like me. I want her to laugh with me. I want her to cherish every moment that she spends with me. I want her.
I don't want her to think I'm being a dick purposefully, I'm not. I'll do anything to be noticed by her sweet eyes and mind, even if it does mean I have to throw little pencil nibs at her beautiful y/h/c hair. I hope one day she knows that. A flirt, I might be considered, but it's all in good will for y/n.
The letters I wrote on her work is the first line of a song I wrote, for her. She probably has no clue, and I don't mind that, because I hope that one day I can gain the confidence to play it for her. For now it can stay a mystery. She'll find out soon enough.
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You Pour My Heart Away • Declan McKenna
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