Paper Planes
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Picture this:
You shut your eyes to fall asleep and dream peacefully off Jannah (Heaven).
But instead, all you dream off is seagulls, seagulls constantly tapping and making irritating sounds on your window.
In annoyance you force the covers off you and go to your window to see what the noise was.
It wasn't a seagull or seagulls
Instead it was paper planes, paper planes constantly tapping at your window.
And again.
And again.
And again.
You look up to see where they were coming from, and saw the new guy next door throwing planes at you.
Immediately you blush and look away.
Stupid red cheeks.
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spiritual/humour/romance/teen fiction (hehe that's a lot)
Sorry I suck at descriptions, but give this story a chance just because you people are awesome.
Big thanks to @TheVoidXlyaMaximoff for making the cover
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