Best friends, or more?
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"I love you Alexandrea. I've had a crush on you for years I just didn't know how you felt. I understand if you don't feel the same but i'd still want to be your friend. Please don't hate me." He says. He Looks towards the ground blushing like crazy.
"Noah! I feel the same way. But I've seen the way you play girls." I say.
He Chuckles lightly.
"There the ones who go through me. I take the blame for them though. Cupcake I would never do that to you." He says. he Grabs my hands and smiles.
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This story Is cowritten with @choirgirl13
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