I love you

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I rushed through the door and up to my room. I dialled Brad's number and waited until he picked up.

"Hello?" He called through the other end
"Hey Brad, I need a favour!"
"Anything"
"I need to you to help me set up a dance crew"
"You're kidding me right?"
"No"
"I can't dance. I mean, I'd like to think I can twerk but I'm not entirely sure everyone if not anyone would agree"

I giggled and then switched back to serious mode.

"You don't have to dance, you just have to cast people who you think are good dancers"
"Um..."
"So you'll do it?"
"Well, I dunno. I don't think--"
"Great! Love you Brad!"

I hung up quickly before he questioned me any more. Then my mind quickly went over our conversation.
I love you? What was I thinking?

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