end up here// michael clifford
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Everyday. Its the same.
they walk home from school. always by each other.
never talking.
never thinking anything of it.
till one day.
she dropped her book, and he dropped his phone.
he was the sporty fun popular boy.
she was a nobody with a sad life at home. she was a nerd who has only kissed one boy, one time.
they live across from each other and for six years they've never gave a second glance, till now.
a story full of sexual tension, making out, and cutting.
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