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fast, that made me feel more for him, increasing my crush on him. It was bad and I know it is because I am young and I am

. Crislynn and I were seated on the rug that was on the floor. The coffee table was emptied of anything that was on it. So that we could do our homework here. It is always the lounge, kitchen, Crislynn's b

ions were to write a short story of one thousand words. I didn't want it to feel forced. I looked up a

help with our grades...and then I start to write about him. As I wrote my emotions down on the page, Crislynn was done before me. "I'm done.

s," I told her, and th

en tell my father because I know he misses her and he still grieves her even after three years. Who am I to tell him to date? It is wrong an

hers. Both of our fathers loved and lost their soulmates. I hope one day that we both have that kind of love that

smiled. "Anyway, I need to order some pizza

ed in my chest as I jumped and I looked to my side as Mr Crane walked around the sofa that was behind me. He looked at me, his waist co

are writing an essay and the topic can be about anything. It

s on his crotch. The bulge was big but then I looked awa

write a li

it about?

e with him someday," I looked at him, well past his bugle this time. He

n he walked around the coffee table. He stood in front of me. I looked at him

how his facial expression changed. There was pain etched on his face. My heart broke for him and my best friend. His wife died in a tragic car accident. It was a stormy nig

t to date. She was the love of his life. I never saw them for three months thereafter, but Crislynn and I would always communicate via text. I wanted to give them th

. As I continue to look at Mr Crane, reading Crislynn's essay. I could see the devastat

daughter. He tried to compose himself and to make sure that the mask was back on. He looked at me as Crislynn packed up her things, h