"Truth or dare?"
"Truth. Let's see what deep, dark secret you can pull from the unyielding heart of Selvia Lestrange."
"What heart?" They both burst into laughter. "This is gonna sound super cliché but.."
"Go on.. We don't have all night. Well we do, but I'd like to get some shut eye for once."
"Yeah speaking of which, when was the last time you didn't pull an all nighter?"
"That's not important right now. Just ask your stupid question full of idiocity."
"Okay? Who do you have a crush on?"
"As in who do I like-like?"
"As in who do wanna bang."
"Don't gotta be so straightfoward."
"Just answer the dumb question."
"If it's so dumb why do you care so much?"
"Why do you care so much as to not even answer?"
"If you must know, no one."
"Bullshit"
"Is it so hard to believe I don't have a desire towards someone, romantically?"
"Yes."
"Why do you say that? Hold on a second... You think I like Jace." She was exasperated with even, the thought.
"Yup."
"Why?"
"Well you wrote that poem, 'His Eyes'." She rolled her eyes. "And I know you said it's about that fictional character but I have had a feeling ever since that you were lying."
"Wow. Such hard evidence." She clapped her hand mockingly.
He rolled his eyes.
"Mimic all you want but you have to admit that you stare at him from across the classroom all the time."
"How do you know this?!"
"That's not important."
"It is to me!"
"Answer. The. Question. Do you like Jace Lawrence?"
"Yes."
"I know why you won't tell him, so I'm not going to be that annoying friend who uses the force of peer pressure to make their friend talk to their crush."
She smiled unintentionally.
"Is that a smile I see?"
"Thank you. For being so chill about this."
"Of course. Do you really wanna hookup with Jace Lawrence?"
"Shut up!" She said smiling and laughing as she threw a pillow at his head.
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He ended up holding her hand. And was still holding it when she fell asleep.
"You're beautiful" He murmured as he lay down next to her and closed his eyes into oblivion.
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(A/n) All I've ever wanted in life is love. And writing gives me that. At least I hope.
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Mysterious
PuisiLove is different for all of us. Some is given. Some is taken. Some is one-sided. Some isn't. Hate is different for all of us. Some is given. Some is taken. Some is one-sided. Some isn't.
