The cute guy and I are talking a lot. We meet every morning at the library in the center of Manchester and spend some hours together. Sometimes we chat, like we did this morning, and some other times we just sat in silence, the presence of the other one being enough to warm up our hearts. I still don't know what's the name of the cute guy but that's okay. Our relation is way more than just a name.
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Cute Guy
FanfictionI met a cute guy yesterday. He had brown curly hair and dimples. He sat next to me but didn't say anything. He just read a poetry book before leaving. A Larry Stylinson story. Short chapters.
