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"so, what's your story, parker?" her green eyes look up to mine as we sit in the diner.

"i don't really have one, honestly..i mean, i lost my mom when i was five, i don't remember her though, I don't have a story.." i shrug.

"c'mon parker, you have to have some sort of heartbreak." she persisted.

"well, i guess life missed me." i really didn't have a 'bad' life. it was normal.

"it's lennon emilia taylor" she whispered.

"what?"

"my full name, a few months back you said you wanted to know it." she took a sip of her soda.

"oh, well, great name" i smile.

"so? whats yours?" she wiggles her eyebrows.

"parker lee james"

"that's a quality name..." she giggles.

"i know, weird." i shrug.

"do you know how beautiful your eyes are?" she asks as she stares at me.

"i never really liked my blue eyes, so no"

"they're like a maze, fun to get lost in, and you don't really care if you ever get out" she stares at me for a while.

i automatically start blushing.

"i really like you parker lee james, i'm having a nice time" she grabs my hand.

"well, lennon emilia taylor, i am desperately in love with you"

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