ha. very funny.
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"Wh.. what do you mean?" i ask.
"you're just saying you love me so you can mess with me. you've done this before, Boris." she says.
"i'm not messing with you, y/n. I love you." i say, trying my hardest to convince her.
"You're.. you're not lying..?"
"No, y/n.. i know i say this a lot, but i took the time to realize that i love you.. i love you so much."
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two weeks later
"hit me." i say.
then she slaps me.
"oh my god.. do it again." i beg.
"Boris why-?" she asks.
"i love the feeling." i say. "now please, hit me again. anywhere you want."
"it doesn't hurt?"
"no, i promise you."
"i think you're going crazy, Boris."
"i agree. cant you tell i'm going crazy for you?" i lean towards her.
"shut up."
"but y/n.. it feels.. so good."
"why are you saying it like that" y/n says.
"because.." i say. "my eighteenth birthday is in 2 days, and i already have a very, very nice birthday present in mind."
"wait you're younger than me? my eighteenth birthday is tomorrow."
"So, you're older..?" i ask.
then she hits me in the arm.
"What the— Boris what was that"
"I told you, y/n."
