"You must be Lily."
"Excuse me?"
"Sorry...erm, it's just. The notebook. It says. Um, sorry."
"No, it's ok. Finish your sentence."
"What?"
"What were you going to say?"
"It's unimportant."
"No, it is important. What were you going to say?"
"The notebook. We all write in it. Austin always mentions you. Described you."
"That's sweet?"
"Yeah...very sweet."
"Let me guess, you're Andreas."
"Indeed."
"Nice to meet you Andreas. I'm Lily."
"Yes, of course."
"So...how come you never come out?"
"What?"
"Like, why is Austin usually the one to be here?"
"He's probably the most... dominant one. And kind of like...the default, in a way?"
"I get that."
"He's also probably the most normal one out of the four of us."
"Most normal? You're pretty normal."
"I'm shy."
"Not much."
"I am. Trust me."
"So you hide away in there, don't you?"
"It's easier that way."
"You should come out more often. I quite like you."
"Oh. Wow. A lot. Thanks. Thanks a lot."
"No problem, Andreas. Now let's go to the food court!"
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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.
