Best Day Ever
By Whosthebabyboy? [google-translator] Clea’s desk lamp flickered, casting nervous shadows as she twisted a strand of her blonde ponytail. “So?” she prodded, leaning forward on her bed. “Did you ask her out or what?” Her brown eyes held that mix of curiosity and kindness I’d known since we were kids, building forts out of couch cushions. I stared at a peeling sticker on her nightstand—some PS1 game character she’d loved forever. “Almost,” I muttered, shifting on the rug.
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