To: Me
From: the Piano Player
Are you still upset about Tiff & Alec?
Was he? Alec didn’t spare him a glance anymore and Shane was back to riding with his mom who was oddly doing okay. And whenever he would look at him, Alec would almost slam his fist into whatever thing or person was near enough to feel his wrath.
And Tiff?
Who was Tiff?
To: the Piano Player
From: Me
No. Why?
It was a while before she texted back.
To: Me
From: the Piano Player
I was just thinking that maybe you were still talking to me just because they wouldn’t.
To: the Piano Player
From: Me
But that’s stupid. I like you; that’s why I’m talking to you, not because I’m just using you to get over people who I don’t really give a damn about, okay?
To: Me
From: the Piano Player
You like me?
To: the Piano Player
From: Me
I always have.
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The Piano Player
Teen FictionSome people were born into lives that seem to be written by boy band-obsessed fan girls, or introverted poets, or dreamers that never stop floating into the clouds. With lives full of conflict and interest and changes, they just simply made chameleo...
