Pencil's POV:
I'm so sad because Pen totally broke my heart, does NOT believe me, and I'm single on prom night. Talk about a shitty night. Looking down at my feet, I cried even more. I still can't believe Pen liked me before. I should've asked him out. I SHOULDVE taken my chance when I had it. TOO LATE. Sitting still as a statue, I looked out onto the floor. Well, all that matters is that I tried to do what I still remember today. You can't blame a girl for trying. I stood up to go to the refreshment table. Eraser caught up to me. "Pencil... Why do you hate me?" He asked me, tearing up. "What? I don't hate you! I just- it's just-" I stuttered. "I thought you loved me!" He practically yelled. I sighed. I lifted his head and kissed him. Once again, I didn't feel my spirits lift like they used to. But he did. "Thanks." He smiled. I plastered on a fake smile, telling him I was going to use the bathroom and come right back. He nodded understandingly. I once again disappeared into the crowd. But I didn't go to the bathroom. I sat right back down and sobbed.
JE LEEST
Boyfrienemy
FanfictieATTENTION: MATURE CONTENT Pen and Pencil, who dislike each other quite a lot, are put next to each other in many of their classes; no questions asked by the teachers. Now something as simple as a request to borrow a pencil could grow them close, ch...
