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"Hi," a familiar voice sing-songs.
You stop writing in your notebook and look up, instantly smiling when you see who it is.
Tyler sits down in the grass next to you.
"I have something to show you," he says excitedly, biting his lip. "I learned something."
You put aside the yellow notebook and wait expectantly.
A smile grows on your face as Tyler, letter by letter, signs the name of his band.
TWENTY ONE PILOTS.
Tyler looks at you and smiles.
"You make me," Tyler begins, then he signs "happy".
And then he kisses you.
A lot.
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