Henry: Today was a yellow day!
*Maybe Willowsby has entered the chat*
Maybe: Huh?
Henry: Every day has a color. Today's was yellow.
Maybe: Yellow like the eyes of a murderous cat?
Henry: No... More like the sun.
Maybe: Not as interesting, but okay. Guess it makes since, the way you were skipping like a school girl to classes. Your first day and you're already categorized as the most girly male ever.
Henry: I'm not girly. I'm hyper, and I show my emotions. If that's what makes me girly, then you must be the the most manly female ever.
Maybe: I'm not manly. I'm tough, and I'm not an idiot who blushes and stutters and sobs and whines and squeals.
Henry: I heard you squeal when you were watching Doctor What.
Maybe: Doctor WHO. And I was fangirling over David Tennant, it's entirely acceptable.
Henry: So you have a thing for Time Lords, huh? Well I have this clock. Which I am like a lord to.
Maybe: NOT THE SAME
Henry: Pretty much
Maybe: Nope. Plus David has awesome hair.
Henry: So your saying my hair isn't awesome?
Maybe: Yeah
Henry: That hurt me. Right here --> <3
Maybe: My pleasure
Henry: So...
Maybe: Sew
Henry: Sough
Maybe: Soap (Something you don't have)
Henry: Soul (Something you don't have)
Maybe: Ouch
Henry: Ha! I was just playing. What color was your day, bumble bee.
Maybe: Red. And don't call me that.
Henry: Red as in the color of luv???
Maybe: 1. Luv isn't a word. 2. No, red as in the color of blood, my eyes, and the flames of Hell.
Henry: Um, okay.... But your eyes are blue.
Maybe: I know that, creep
Henry: Just making sure. :)
Maybe: I'm at the supermarket. gtg.
Henry: You're on your bed.
Maybe: Darn curtains
Henry: Yeah, they're pretty thin.
Maybe: EW. Creep.
Henry: I didn't mean it like that!!! I don't, like, watch you when you change or anything!!!
Maybe: Yeah right, pervert.
Henry: I DON'T!
Maybe: The show will end when I get new drapes.
Henry: It's not like that!
Maybe: Wow, aren't you worked up?
Henry: Yeah, I don't want you to get the wrong impression!!!
Maybe: To late. Bye
Henry: Wait!
Maybe: BYE
Henry: Bye.
*Maybe Willowsby has left the chat*
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I Love You, Maybe
Short StoryMaybe hates her name. She hates math. She hates her life. She hates the boy next door, and he hates her. At least that's what she thought.
