It was late, I could just tell. Of course I had no time to actually look at the clock, since i was studying like my life depended on it. Well, my college degree's life does depend on it. "Finished!" i said, as i laid back and stretched out onto the bed.
I was exhausted, but this morning kept running through my head. "I have to go" is all that I could say, before going back to my room.
I mean, what is this? Are we friends, or... I don't know, this whole thing is moving way too fast. Maybe I should talk to him... Maybe we should just, I don't know start over. I should tell him.
As I got up to walk next door, I heard a knock. I opened it, to find him standing there. " I think we need to talk" Jason said. "Yeah, me too. Oh, uh come in" I told him and we both sat on the couch.
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That Guy Next Door
Teen FictionI'm not the hopeless romantic, that falls in love within the first 10 seconds of meeting a guy. And let's be honest, in this situation, it started out like almost all the rest... A guy who's full of himself, and probably polishes the mirrors of his...
