Unknown date 2018-Blue
We'd been messing around with paint after finding it hidden under a desk. Poor Alisa had gotten hers dirty with paint. Well her friends had done that. It was a gray Aeropostale sweater. It held her body beautifully. Alisa is beautiful. I did something without thinking. I must've looked adorably stupid. I ran up to her and hugged her. I then jumped around so much. I asked-no-I begged her for her sweater. "Please! Please! Please, let me have your sweater.". And yes. She gave it to me. I'm that convincing. "Fine. I guess I don't really need it that much. I have other sweaters.". I walked out into lunch proudly. Did I mention I lathered the sweater with rainbows? Because I did. Everywhere. I mean there was paint, pride, and a way to fix the other mess of paint. Why not? I told my best friend exactly, "A cute girl gave me her sweater.". And I blushed with the hood over my head. My best friend just oooed and teased me. I was happy. I thought this was progress.
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