minnyisnothere
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- Parts 13
"You're really pretty from this angle"
"I am"
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"Want to go to the movies?" She snorts and I bet my shampoo she's rolling her eyes at me right now...
I'd rather bet my cat. She's annoying.
As If she could hear me, she jumped on my stomach and is currently cat-punching my face. I push her paw out of my face.
"Ha-ha, you're so funny casanova" I always take it as a compliment. Pulling girls is not easy. I decide to be cringy and start grinning ear to ear.
"Why? I can be your fairytale~" I sing the last part of the song and the stillness makes me regret my word choice for a second. I thought I was a pretty good singer though.
"Yeah, so-- I guess..."
But she agreed to my date so she probably likes me a bit.
But then again maybe she just agreed...out of pity?
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"You don't listen to the Weeknd? What an uncultured swine"
I must say I was quite appalled at being called a swine. I don't know why I kept hanging out with him after that. His hands are like Art on their own. The way they move across the canvas. With the most delicate of movements.
And then....
"I Love you"
It was a spur of the moment. I knew that if I didn't say it now I would be engulfed by the pressure of negative thoughts and scenarios.
"I only like statues with big boobs and pretty faces" He said and then left.
He left me.
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The most frightening thing about love is that no one is obligated to reciprocate youur feelings of affection. Sometimes you're the only one feeling affection. That's also love, but of the dangerous kind.