"Umm.. Thanks," I mumble, kicking dust with my shoes.
"What?" Max asks me.
"I said, thank you," I say more clearly.
"Still can't hear you... Could you repeat that?" he asks politely.
"I said thank you!" I shout. "You pig," I add lowly.
"Still nada. Trolley could you enunciate properly? I must've been showering the wrong way," Max says concerned for himself. "Water's gone into my ears," he says pinching his earlobe.
Despite everything, I laugh loudly, "Max, you fucking weasel!" He fondly grins down at me.
"Go," he encourages me. "All the best Trols," he smothers a giant hand, over my head.
"See, you're not completely horrible," I say warmly. "We can be friends, right?"
"Sure.... We can be friends." His face twists in distaste, like a minuscule, useless, human like me isn't worth being friends with.
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Read the snarky, snappy love story of two stubborn individuals.
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Two high school teenagers finding themselves, analyzing this ever changing world, and building love.
This is the type of love you wish you found in high school but probably know way too well that it only exists as fiction.
Today I'm turning my fiction to reality.
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Excerpt:
Just as I was about to seek shelter under some building's roof, the tires of a car come to a halt, I wonder who might pity the lonely girl walking in the rain.
The passenger window rolls down, and I spot the most unexpected person seated behind the wheel.
"Get in" comes out his voice, and I must've stood there agape for a few moments because next comes his rhetorical question.
"Are you getting in or continuing walking in the rain?" Eyebrows raised expectantly. He sounds annoyed, like he regrets his decision to ever stop and help me.
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*contains mature themes.
*contains cursing.