"I Am Bad At Poems"

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While in college, there was a boy who sat behind you in your biology class. He was quite cute, but you two didn't talk much. One day, he, Sean, tosses a piece of folded up paper onto your desk. You slowly unfold it in your lap, and read it.

"I like pizza

You like pizza

I am bad at poems

Kiss me."

Your face turned red but you turned around anyway to see him sheepishly grinning with his hand covering his mouth in the most adorable way.

(A/N) Okay YES this is short! It's 3 o'clock in the morning and I need sleep (jk sleep is for the weak).

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