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Italics: Cupid
Bold+Italics: Seth
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Seth, I need to talk to you before you out with Iris.
Okay. What's up?
You need to stop judging girls by their looks. They're not books you may or may not read based on their cover.
Okay.
You can't fall for her perfect nose, or her long hair, or her soft skin or light complexion.
Okay.
You will fall for her qualities. The things that make her who she is. How she's respectful to elders, funny and smart, and patient to morons like you.
Okay.
So stop judging and focus on the things that you like about her.
Okay.
If you give me another stupid reason like pointy ears, I'm going to kill you. Understood?
You're hot when you're bossy.
Seth, sometimes I feel like punching you.
Sometimes? Wow, that's progress.
...
I got it, Cups.
Iris better be in one piece when she gets back.
As if I'm trying to kill her.
No, but your jokes might.
Ouch, hurting here.
You should be.
My chest pains. Cups, you need to call an ambulance. I may not live...
Then there is no need for an ambulance, is there?
Mean.
Mean-er.
Mean-est.
YOU ARE READING
The Cupid Project | ✓
Short Story[Completed] "Because the way to a girl's heart is by dating other girls." *CURRENTLY BEING EDITED* Highest ranking: 1 in Short Story ©fictively
