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Leah and Michael sit at the bus stop bench snaking on cookies while the girl reads from her notebook and Michael doodles on his wrist with his cheap ink pen that's about to go out.

Michael dyed his hair green yesterday, he thought the look on Leah's face was priceless. She was just sitting on the bench writing in her note book and when he walked up she jumped and dropped her notebook.

They've been talking a lot more often, well passing sticky notes and she brought him peanut butter cookies almost everyday. But today seemed different, Michael was planning on asking her out on a date.

Michael went to his dad to ask advice on girls, since he had one over almost every night he thought he was doing good with the ladies.

Michael was so nervous he could throw up, but he just swallowed it and took a note out of his hoodie pocket. It was wrinkled up and torn on one corner but it still was suitable. He slid the note in front of Leah and behind her book. She set her book down neatly and took the note, unfolding it in the middle. Her eyes traced over the words.

'Will you go out with me, Leah?'

She read the words over and over again. She's never had someone ask her this before, she always thought she was different. She is in so many ways but only one thing is stopping her. She looked down at the bottom of the note and it read:

First box: yes

Second box: no

She smiled at the paper before checking a box on the paper, the folded it back up and set it on Michaels lap. He smiled before opening the paper and reading it. He literally jumped out of his seat and cried a majority of words that Leah's never said but she just laughed and blushed.

Michael soon turned to her and sat back down.

"You don't know how beautiful you are" he said quietly, he instantly covered his mouth as if he didn't mean to say it out loud. Leah only smiled and looked behind him. The bus was coming and it meant the end of their little fun moment because Leah knew it wouldn't be this way tomorrow.

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