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❝"They serve the best milkshakes ever!"
You sounded so much like a kid.
"My favourite is Butterscotch. What's yours? Wait, let me guess it. Chocolate? Oreo? Cookie dough?"
"Butterscotch," my lips blurted out...
What I was doing, hiding in the janitor's office was something I didn't know myself. But I really want to talk to you, Artis.
Without Reid. Without Elena. Without the whole school judging each and every word, though it's none of their business.
"Shh," I whispered as I pulled you in, our close proximity giving my brain an overload in that tiny cubicle.
"What?" you asked. H o n e y b r o w n shone brighter in the dark closet. How can people not see how pretty you are, Artis?
I pulled you in for a hug because it was too painful.
I've been on the bottom of the chain, Artis. Remembering people being mean for no particular reason, and doing things that are too traumatising, even though I'm older now.
You are beautiful. You are perfect. Why are you invisible? It's not fair.
Most of the student body says high school is hell because of popular bullies. They don't realise we get bullied because of the deafening whispers that fill every single creak in school.
It's not the popular people. It's the mob.
And though now I'm popular, the backlash waiting for me is scary.
I'm sorry, okay? I might be older but I'm still scared.
"Christmas," I exhaled in your ear, "under the town Christmas tree. 5 sharp."
Your hands moved to my neck, mine to your back and in the dark, it was all the answer we needed.
Will you accept me as I am, insecurities and all included, this Christmas?
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CHRISTMAS IS COMING!!!
Honestly, I'm not that excited. This year has been too painful. Want it to end ASAP.
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