"Hello, beautiful." He welcomed her with a wide grin. The two spent the rest of Thursday night over at the library, talking. They talked for countless hours, over just about everything. It varied from "simple topics" such as their favorite hobbies, to the reason why she ate the same breakfast every morning.
"Hello." She seemed a little better. Her hair was in a messy bun due to the lack of sleep she had gotten the previous night. She didn't seem like the type of girl to wear sweatpants in public, however she proved Niall wrong.
"How are you doing?"
"I'm better . . . thank you." she replied with a forced smile. "But, I like your shirt!" She tried to avoid the awkward silence with a compliment, because she was embarrassed by her outfit. She has always been known as the girl that was always put so well together.
Niall was wearing his absolutely favorite shirt. It was a loose tee that was snug on his shoulders. The color — his favorite — dark grey.
"Do you know what my shirt is made of?"
"Cotton?"
"Boyfriend material."
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Pickup Lines
Short Storyin which a silly boy named Niall attempts to ask a girl he adores on a date through cheesy pickup lines.
