"She's totally into you!" Travis said with a pushing tone. "What makes you say that!?" I questioned Travis's sudden point. "We only met once, nothing after that!" said with a swollen, tomato-red face. "Maybe she's just taking her time." Travis continued to push, "....or maybe you need to make the first move." Travis did have a point there. If I stay in my house lazing around, me and her wouldn't be able to lay a single eye on each other. I took the moment to think deeply, Wait, why am I thinking this way?! Am I really into her or not?! I think I'm thinking too long about this, Travis might think about something else. I quickly got out of the train of thought. "Pffft, what makes you think I like her? It's just.... like..... but...." I stuttered heavily in that single phrase. Crap! I think Travis might be right about this! I'm into her!! I must change this embarrassing topic right now! "I continued with the sentence immediately. "Travis, wanna go to the gym tomorrow maybe? I REALLY need to get in shape! " Right after that, Travis gave me a smug-looking face. "Sure!" He responded with two obvious winks. I immediately thought, Travis may be thinking something different from what I just said. Even if he might be helping, I'm worried he might get too attached to me.
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Bromantic Artist
Non-FictionA story about a group of friend and enemies. Love, heartbreaks, friendship and paint. Artison, the new hobo street boy in town fell in love with the girl next door, Mariam, an aspiring artist ready to open her own museum. Artison never realised his...
