Fourteen: Might Be Love

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! Well, I guess two days ago (PS: It's Nov. 19 right now) Let's just say this is a letter to you from... THE PAST!

Edit from the side is made by me... inspired by IM5's Zero Gravity (I am sick with 5er fever, please deal with it)

Video on the side is an IM5 fave of mine... basically Elsa spoke some of the lyrics of the song. You might wanna check it out :> 

I think I'm going crazy about this band :P I need to stop.

And when you smile,
There is Zero Gravity now
I never wanna touch the ground

Fourteen: Might Be Love

Elsa

I closed the door behind me with a sigh, numerous questions bombarding my head...

Why did he kiss me?

Did he like me?

Was that why he was acting so weird lately?

I bit my lip and shook my head.

"Elsa?", my sister called out from the kitchen. "You're home!"

"Yeah, as if I wasn't yesterday.", I rolled my eyes.

"But still...", she said with a smile.

She approached me and gave me a hug.

We broke apart and I told her that I had to rest, since I've been constantly turned down for my character designs. She nodded and went back to the kitchen.

"By the way", she said with a smirk. "I like your boyfriend."

My eyes widened, despite the fact that I was so tired, "He's not my boyfriend."

"Okaaaay...", she giggled.

I groaned as I step foot on the stairs.

Jack

The next day, I walked into the elevator... and Once-ler was there.

Great.

He looked at me coldly and spoke out, "Hey Jack."

"Hey.", I looked at him... his eyes still emotionless.

"Just so you know...", he said. "Elsa and I are together now."

I tried my best not to frown at him, "That's nice."

"I know.", he said. "I really want her, so I guess I deserve her."

"I totally agree.", I lied.

"You better.", he glared at me, his eyes darkening underneath the shadow of his tipped hat.

He walked out of the elevator the floor before ours.

My head was spinning with questions.

How could Elsa actually like that guy? He's possessive and he can't actually treat anyone right.

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