A/n: This a really short one.
Reyna opened her gym locker. Out fell a bouquet of violets. An amused eyebrow rose on it's own. She found a poem scribbled in a sticky note stuck to her clothes. The horrible chicken scratch of a handwriting said,
"Roses are red.
Violets are not.
You are awesome.
Will you go out with me?
PS: I know it's supposed to rhyme. But, for the life of me I can't make it. Will you go out with me already?"
- Your knight in not so Shining Armour.
Reyna wrote the following reply,
"Roses are red.
Around you I thread.
Violets are not completely violet.
But, we are fully violent.
It is true,
That I will go out with you.
- Queen".
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