He remembered slipping his lightly colored, boarded with strawberries paper in her light shade of blue lockers every day. He enjoyed how her brown eyes gazed at the poem, her dark brown hair adding to her gracefulness. He started to notice how she started to smile a bit more throughout the days. Although it wasn't that noticeable he could see those rosy red lips curved up slightly into a smile.
He was wearing his baby pink pastel hoodie when they first talked- well she did. He was walking from his lunch to his next class drinking his strawberry milk when he accidentally bumped into her, thankfully not spilling his milk all over them.
She had apologized and started to move around him when she stopped and took a moment to look at him, her eyes scanning him before saying, "Do you like strawberries?" It took all his power to say a yes. She nodded and started to walk off not before hearing her whisper, cute.
It didn't take long for a blush to creep on his face as he tried to walk, failing miserable and tripping over his foot. Strawberry milk spilling on his baby pink pastel hoodie.
Although he thought, I like smelling like strawberries.
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strawberry milk
RomanceAll he ever saw was pastel But one look at her and He saw a dark shade of blue A pastel boy sees dark tones for the first time and it takes his breath away. - Published: May 17, 2018 Grammar fixes: April 15, 2021 - The story is short and has short c...
