Chapter 8-I love you.

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Rose's POV

I started moving.Again,YES THANK YOU!

I wen't outside to seeDr.McPhee dansing.Tilly and Laaa.Ahk doing the DJ

I went and hugged him"I missed you!"he said "Me too!"

I suddently remembered Larry's words,'This isn't a goodbuy'I run outside and i sow a Larry sitting in a bench.I cross the road and went to him.I hugged him and i asked."Did you keep your promise?"He nodded."Thank you"i said."You became a teacher i see."he nodded and i said"Not talking much?"He nodded again and we both laughed."Want to came in?"i asked."Later,now Nicky has to tell you somthing.""Oh so you talk huh?"He laughed.Nicky came out from a corner and hugged me.I hugged back.

"Came on!"he pulled me back to the museum.We got in and he asked"Where's Lancelot."I pointed him the direction and he nodded and smiled,i smiled back.We all danced with Lancelot.Until"Rose"Nicky said"Yes Nicky?""Can i talk you in private""Sure "i said.My eye catch a Lancelot winking and a Red-faced Nicky.

We were now in  my excibit where no one was there."Hey uhhhmmm....Rose?""Yes?"i said."I want to tell you somthing.""Sure""Can you help me with my homework is-is about you."He said and blushed.Why he blushed i don't know"Yes Nicky,of course i can."He smiled and i smiled back at him.He pull put of his bag a notebook and a pen he handed it to me.I smiled"What do you want to know?"He smiled and came closer to me.I blushed."Well?""One page 6"he said."Why?""Just do it" he said.The smile not leaving his face.A little shaky voice though.I opened the page 6 to find a note saying

Rose,

I love you.Really much.Maybe this is risky.I mean me telling you.You probadly don't feel the same way.I am writting this down ,because when you see this note i will not be able to speak

Nicky

I looked at him confused,and i of course was blushing furiously.After some akward moments he spoke"Look Rose.I don't mind you saying me no.You know,you should be happy."I did somthing i never expect my self to.I kissed him on the lips.

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