Miss. Angela Rose Not any name. The name by which every boy goes crazy. The world famous architect. Caring, loving, kind and a total sweetheart and beautiful. She is the epitome of beauty. But everything is not perfect . Right? No not any boy problems. She was never the one to believe in love. Or maybe once... but only the love for her... Family OoOoOoO I sat down rather awkwardly, my feet freely dangling in the air. Sitting alone feels awkward. Right? "hey" i admit I jumped. I was not expecting anyone. Someone chuckled beside me. I turned and I froze. Why is he sitting here? I don't have any problem but its kind of awkward.. "Umm....hey?" it rather came out as a question. No. I was not insulting anyone. I am just surprised. I was not expecting him. I think you get it. He smiled at me Okay then. I too smiled. We turned our gazes. I said it was awkward. "What is your pink dream?" he asked out off the blue. I turned towards him. Pink dream? Seems interesting to me. I smiled at him. "pink dream?" "yeah. You know...i mean pink refers to love"he explained or rambled. I just smiled. "do you have your pink dreams?"i asked "yeah" he said while staring at me. My heart panged??? Am i going to have a heart attack or what? I have them more often nowadays. Weird. Isn't it? I shrugged it off. "Sooo do you have a pink dream?" He asked.All Rights Reserved
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