His Joke...

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I take his note in my hands once more.

"What do you want for you birthday? *wink* " I had written.

"You." He replied. He even went over the letters to make it seem darker.

"Oh, good. I thought I was the only one... You serious though?" I finish off, so I don't see him come up next to me and say,

"Hey, I was joking okay?"

"Y-yeah! Of cause you were!" I rush out and he walks away.

I crumble the note, but not before looking at my unanswered question one last time.

Guess he wasn't.

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