{bold= mystery boy | italics= leah}
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that kiss won't let me sleep.
finding out who you are
won't let me sleep.
did you find anything?
apart from a thousand
liam peterson pages, no.
i used to be on the team,
like i said.
then why did the note say
your team was playing.
it said "our". and i never
specifically said i was playing.
aha! so you're not liam?!
that's for you to infer.
are we friends on fb?
yes, baby.
hmm. okay.
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leah spent the next two hours going through her facebook friend list looking for past basketball players but she didn't remember every single player. the eye color was all she was looking for, and whatever the heck number 34 meant.
a text message brought her out of her stalker mode. the smile on her face dropped when it was just a random service provider text.
that's when it hit her that she was far too invested in this guy. they had exchanged nothing more than a few texts, a dance, and a small kiss. she didn't know him but she felt something for him.
overwhelmed by her thoughts, she closed her laptop and missed the clue that was sitting right in front of her with the opened liam peterson facebook page.
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YOU ARE READING
Be My Valentine.
Short Story♡ it only took one text, one question, and one boy to open up leah harrison to the possibilities of forgiveness, happiness, and love. ♡
