Will they really tell the story of tonight?

Two boys go to the same school and have been admiring eachother from afar for quite awhile, but one fateful art class causes their paths to collide.

"I didn't know you had friends like Isaac," Willa said in greeting. "I don't," muttered Jared. Isaac rolled his eyes. "Yeah, you don't. You have //one// friend like Isaac." His voice turned into this stupid mock whisper and he leaned towards Jared conspiratorially. "It's me, by the way."

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