"I'm just a dork, okay!" I exclaimed softly to her, tears that were welling up my face, some tempting to fall. My head was starting to hurt from the non-stop quarrel I had with myself. Erin shook her head, "You're not a dork." She placed her delegate hand on my shoulder. I brushed her off, leaning my head against the window pane. Not caring that tears were falling down my cheeks. "Then you're my dork." She whispered, I turned to face her with knitted eyebrows, She tugged on my shirt pulling me in, "My dork." She whispered softly against my lips.
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