Senior year.
Well, more like the summer before it.
I couldn't take this guy's shit anymore. I couldn't take any of it anymore. One last time.
To feel her smooth lips against my own. To grab her. To hold her close to my chest. One last time to make the most of what we had. So I did my best-
By asking her out.
O n e.
L a s t.
T i m e.
She said yes. Surprisingly. But that it would only be as friends. Screw friends.
After the movie we kissed. So we decided to
h a n g o u t
more at her place. Luckily her parents weren't home.
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