Without waiting for me to pick up my sushi, Violet practically skipped back to Nina.
Haha yes...be selfish....After all, we all are selfish
But please tell Nina that it was you that abandoned me, not me that abandoned you.
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"How was the movie?" "Honestly? It made me cry."
Violet laughed, without any marks of tears on her eyes. Ast and Nina however...
"Awww didya cry, Astley, Nina?" "Shut up!" "No we didn't!"
Ha! That was convincing coming from two puffy red faces.
Handing Nina and Ast tissues, I couldn't resist teasing them a little bit more.
"Is this a photo time Ms Vivi?" "Yes of course! It's the perfect timing for a photo."
Pretending to hold her phone up for a selfie, Violet grabbed Ast by his shoulder
"Ha! Angela's going to love this!" A flicker of shock just went across Violet's face as her mouths formed that name.
"Violet, poor Violet. You just had to ask for a selfie of me, the infamous Ast"
Spinning the mood back up, Ast stole Violet's phone and proceeded to actually take selfies
For 10minutes
"Nina." "Yes?" "Who's that guy." "I don't know, never seen him before."
"He's annoying our friend Violet." "Yes yes,"
Protectively curling her arms around Violet, Nina glared at Ast (was it a fake glare or real? I couldn't tell) and off she took! To lala land!
"Wait! Nina! My phone!"
"I have it!" Also speed-walking away from Ast, my hand grasped the ultimate reward-Violet's phone!
"...Can we just get some ice-cream now?"
Ast suddenly looked like he'd aged like 10years in 10minutes
(But who told you to take selfies for 10minutes?)
and started walking towards the ice-cream store, muttering that we were no fun.
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"Hi Evan!" "Uh, hi?"
Swallowing the 'why the hell are you here' safely back inside, I looked around my clubroom, with a rather cheerful intruder.
She was sitting on a green beanbag, after gaining some space by pushing back some desks and chairs (note to self: push those back into their original states before break ends), eating her sandwich leaving her knitting needles abandoned by her feet.
"What are we making today, Professor Evan?"
Snorting, I retorted. "Since you didn't even managed to start on the scarf on Monday, we'll work on that, ma'am." Ignoring the betrayal written on Violet's face, I scooted over, grabbed a blue beanbag and took out my lunch.
"What colour should I make the scarf this time?"
"Perhaps for the first time." "Evan!"
Seeing the slight rage rising from Violet, I effectively showed my defeat by putting my hands upright.
"Maybe I'll make it.."
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Teen FictionYour boy Evan Roadage is totally the random normal guy you see everyday. Okay, that was a lie. Evan Roadage is just a 'normal' teen who has to endure teasings of his friends Ast and Nina all the time and loves to knit. Ah right. Evan can also see r...
