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He stares into my eyes, and smiles. "Tom . . ." I whisper. "I think I'm falling in love with you."
He smiles even wider. "Don't fall in love with me." God. That accent makes me melt. "Because everything that falls breaks."
I smile slightly. "Tom, isn't that a cheesy Tumblr and slash or Facebook post?"
He chuckles. "Possibly."
"Oh my god. Anyways, so if I can't fall in love with you, can I trip in love with you? I mean, if I trip, then I can always get back up-"
He puts a finger to my lips. Most likely not in a romantic way, but a shut-up-you're-rambling way. "My god, this is why I love you."
I smile. "I love you too. And I've needed to let that out for god knows how long."
He chuckles. "As long as that god isn't Mianite, Ianite, or Dianite, we're cool."
I giggle slightly. "So . . . Does this mean . . . You know?"
"You know what?" I ask. I just wanted him to say it. I seriously wanted him to say it.
"Does this mean we're like . . . going out?"
I shrug. "I mean, if you want to."
He smiles. "So, do you want to go on a date on Friday?"
I smile widely. "Well, mister Cassell, I would be delighted."
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///is wondering if i should add nanners in here or naw
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yin yang // thesyndicateproject / tom cassel au
Fanfiction"Leah, you can't force me to like someone I don't even kno-" "Bet." In which her best friend attempts to force together two polar opposites.
