I woke up to a tapping sound on the window. It was Mathew throwing rocks at it. He had dropped a cupcake and put it on a plate like it was a hospital bed. Later on I heard the tapping sound again. He acted like the cupcake had died. I could tell he put a lot of effort into this play he acted out for me. He even started to cry like the cupcake was a person!
After the little play was over he wrote his phone number on a piece of paper and we started texting.
Rachel: My name is Rachel Smith. What is yours?
Mathew: Mathew.
Rachel: What color are your eyes?
Mathew: Hazel. And yours are?
Rachel: Light blue.
Mathew: How old are you?
Rachel: Seventeen. How old are you?
Mathew: Eighteen. You are beautiful.
Rachel: Thanks. I'm tired so I'm going to go to bed.
Mathew: Alright. Meet me at the café tomorrow at 10:30. Goodnight.
Rachel: Ok, goodnight.
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Forever
RomanceRachel Smith is just an ordinary girl in a quite little neighborhood in Ventura , California. One summer evening , a moving truck right across the street pulls into her next door neighbor's driveway. A boy walks out of a van and looks at Rachel thro...
