Layla walked up to the stands, disappointed that there was not really a soccer game going on. She sat down in the bleachers and looked around for a minute when she noticed something.
The fence around the bleachers was lined with hundreds of sticky notes. She followed the line of them, smiling and reading them as she went.
When she picked up the last one she smiled. It had read "Hey my princesa. Look up." So she did. And when she did, she ran towards her mystery guy.
"Hi I'm Brandon Santos."
"I feel so stupid! It was you all along?"
"Yes princesa."
Brandon pulled Layla to him and gently placed his lips against hers. The two didn't believe how nice it felt.
"So you're bullshit."
"So you're lava girl?"
"I can't believe it was you this whole damn time! Wait that means I spilt my drink all over you. Sorry about that."
"Don't worry, it was cute how you reacted."
"Awe thanks."
"So since we are talking to each other in person, will you be my girlfriend?"
"I mean, I guess."
Then he leaned down and captured her lips in his own.
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A/n
Who is already in love with their relationship?
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The Little Messages| (#Wattys2017 ) ✔️
PovídkyThe first many chapters are stupidly short but I did that for a reason. Bare with it and you won't be disappointed! #92 in short story as of January 31st, 2017 ___________________________________ Princesa: I have to tell you something. B.S: what...
