"Wait, so why did you want to do this?" I ask. "Why not?" "I don't know." I look around the dull room. "It's boring." "The only the boring about this is the way you are currently thinking." He laughs, propping his legs up on my bed like he owns it. "What do you mean?" I ask, almost offended. "The only reason why this room and this situation is boring is because you're letting it be."

"why are you staring at me" "because you're beautiful" "you must be blind" "i am" "then how would you know i'm beautiful?" "i just do" warning: this book is so so so so cringeworthy and cliche and poorly written ! written before i had any idea how to develop a story lmao. slowly editing

He was given money to protect her from her brutal boyfriend. But when they fall in love with each other, who's going to protect her now?

just some imagines of my fave smol beans, to stimulate our myopic teenage minds a few preferences in there for the fun of it