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Micheal sighed as he tapped his ear signalling to Dean to remove his headphone.
Dean (19 years old)
*pulled it down still not saying anything*
Micheal (18 years old)
... *looking at Dean*
Micheal (18 years old)
(He really did that without ignoring me. I was thinking of pulling it down myself if he refused to do so)
Micheal (18 years old)
... *looking at Dean*
Micheal (18 years old)
(For real, seeing him up close now I get what Larry meant by him giving off a cold Mafia vibe. He doesn't even give off a single expression since. Just blank.)
Micheal (18 years old)
*smile raising his hand up in half-wave* Hi
Dean stops looking at Micheal as he continues reading his book.
Dean (19 years old)
If you have nothing to say other than that just leave. You are distracting me.
Micheal (18 years old)
I am distracting you?
Dean (19 years old)
... *looks up back at Micheal*
Micheal (18 years old)
How? That girl came over early, and you don't seem fazed by her presence at all.
Dean (19 years old)
What did you want?
Micheal (18 years old)
*smile* You
Dean (19 years old)
*froze slightly but was quick to get over it as he dropped his pen looking at Micheal*
Dean (19 years old)
You can't have me
Micheal (18 years old)
(not surprise)
Micheal (18 years old)
What can I do to make you mine then?
Dean (19 years old)
*picks it up again as he continues reading* ...
Dean (19 years old)
Nothing
Micheal (18 years old)
... (Did he just think before replying to me?)
Micheal (18 years old)
Seriously. All I have to do is nothing, and you are mine?
Dean (19 years old)
*slams his pen on the book as he looked up at Micheal* Are you fucking kiddi—ugh *sighed rubbing his eyes*
Micheal (18 years old)
*grin* (Heh, he slipped)
Micheal (18 years old)
Come on, why are you angry? That was your answer and I just want to make you mine.
Dean (19 years old)
*sighed again looking at Micheal* Do you even like me?
Micheal (18 years old)
*smile* Of course I do. You are totally my type.
Dean (19 years old)
Your type?
Micheal (18 years old)
You know, cold pretentious assholés who makes other people feel inferior to them in the name of being cool and all. That set of people...*points to himself* ...my type.
Dean (19 years old)
*placed down his pen as he rest his hand on the table his full focus on Micheal*
Dean (19 years old)
You think that's who I am?
Micheal (18 years old)
*lean closer not breaking the eye contact* I know that's who you are dear.
Comments
Jessica
Oh am beginning to love this author
2025-04-30
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