the next day rolled around and i found myself
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g of her.
"hey Gap... do you wanna catch a movie tonight?" i asked, my voice emotionless
as i looked down at my drumsticks. i had a free period, a free period i'd normally
use to sneak into the band room and play the drums.
a free period that i was wasting to ask her out where
she normally sat, in the library, cooped up over her textbook with a frown on her face.
why did i even want to ask her out?
maybe it was her hair, maybe it was her gap. i'd say that it was her
imperfections that made her perfect but that'd make me sound like a cheesy bastard.
maybe it was just the blue in her eyes or maybe it was the way that
she told the truth how it was and didn't care if she sounded like a bitch.
hell, it could be her bitchy personality.
"what's in it for me?"
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Gap and Chuck ✓
Short StoryHe was fascinated with the way she whistled through her gap. She was fascinated with those blue chucks that matched her eyes. Eventually they became fascinated with each other. [flip flops point of view] © 2014 flawed-
