My favorite class is first today, art. One thing I'm confident in is my art, this class is the soul reason I can live in school. I'm working on a watercolor, this one is turning out nice. As I'm painting I smell something unusually sweet, it smells good. I look around to find the smell but I don't see anything. Wait, the smell is me, "dumbass" I chuckle to myself. I forgot I was wearing perfume, and I never realized how good it smelled. I see someone sit across from me, but I don't look up to see who it is I'm busy. "Not a talker eh?" I hear a deep, smooth voice say. I take one headphone out and look up.
Damn.
Sitting across from me is the single most attractive person in the world.
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Tasteless
RomanceI'd be lying if I said it was the sun that woke me up, the birds chirping and my sparky little dog licking my hand. That's just not how life is.
