Chapter 8, Kiss

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Camilla-

After bawling my eyes out, he drove me home in quiet, one hand of the wheel. It was all HIS fault for being the fucking waiter. Now Marshall never wants to see me again probably. Because of me he got beat up. And then I started crying like a 2 year old. He pulled up my driveway, and when he stopped driving, we waited for me to get out. I didn't move though.

" I'm sorry," I whispered shakily

"It's cool," He said, even though I knew It wasn't

Well, I should kiss  goodbye to dating Marshall.  

I opened the door, got out, and grabbed my purse. He watched me. 

I took a deep breathe.

"You know, in your songs you act angry and rude, and just this mean person, but, in real life your sweet, and gentle. Your really a M&M, your crunchy on the outside, and sweet and melty on the inside."I blushed because of my candy analogy.

I leaned in again, and kissed the side of his head, gently, and backed, leaving him stunned.

"Oh, and Marshall? Your not as crazy  as you think you are." 

I shut the door, and walked to my front door, knowing he was watching me, surprised.

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