Lue's pov:
As I look at the waste land I call home I wonder something. Why did I do that, why did I do any of that! *Shoves books off desk* I look at the books and see a picture. I pick up the picture, it was nolan. The one that chose my fait. I stared at the picture in anger as I slam it on my desk. Then I realized, he had every right to choose the washer. I did terrible things to him! I sit down and pick up the picture, "he is kinda cute" I say out loud. Wait what did I say, I don't like him. Do I?
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love at fist slam
Romanceyou dirty people the title is a slam of a door UwU any way enjoy my shitty fanfic! also I post a new chapter every week ENJOY!!!
