"You met Derek?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah, he's a bit mischievous. A bit aggressive..."
"That's what I saw."
"Do you like him?"
"Eh, I like you the best."
"Meaning you met the others?"
"No. Just out of you two, and most likely out of the others, I'd like you the best."
"Well I like you the best too."
"Out of who?"
"Everyone in this crazy house!"
"Thanks. I guess."
"No problem. Hey, we should do something fun!"
"How? We have constant eyes watching us."
"We can play hide and seek?"
"Dumb."
"We can play tag?"
"Uh..."
"We can try to escape-"
"Nope! Not getting in trouble."
"You're no fun."
"You're a psychopath."
"Well...not me. Kilian, maybe."
"Just the thought of Kilian scares me."
"How come?"
"He's murderous."
"So? Everyone is. In their own way."
"That makes no sense."
"Everyone, at some extent, want to hurt others in ways no other mind can conceive. It's just, some people hide it better than others."
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Short StoryUnknown: Hey peaches, I'm in love. And you're the lucky winner. Love is beautiful once achieved. But is love as real as it may seem? A/N: I wrote this when I was 12. Have fun with that.
