"Lucas."
"yes."
"why are you dating me? is it because of Pity? do you feel bad for me?"
"no. I love the way your cheeks puff up when your bored. you big brown curious eyes. your curly brown hair. your smile. your laugh. they way you dress. the way you would write my name on your hand."
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Broken Phone
Teen Fictionwhere he watched her check her broken phone every 2 minutes. [WARNING: THIS IS NOT EDITED YET. SO PLEASE, DONT INFORM ME ABOUT THIS. I KNOW I KNOW. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, I WILL EDIT THIS STORY SOON.] ©princess_cla 2014
