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"Rocky, just give me a kiss." He asked leaning his head closer than the proximity we were already in.
"I'd rather not, Adrain." While I'd never admit this; I was petrified.
And that's why I was surprised that in that moment he had rested his forehead on mine and breathed out.
"I know I'm scared, Rocky."
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Rocky was a girl who was actually Emily, the name of the girl who was quiet and shy but had a shell of confidence, grace, and badness, rocky being the name of the fighter he saw inside and out.
Adrian was a boy who was actually Nash, the name of the boy who was war-torn and crumpled but had the shell of a bad ass player with a cocky facade, Adrian being the name she had given him after he completely pissed her off, and what later became because he was her second.
Contrary to her belief.
Both torn and shriveled, inside a cage of their own mind. A past that created them self. And they would both be pushed to limit of sharing that story.
All along the relationship was Rocky.