-Don't take my writing please, I worked hard on it-
This book is full of Peter Parker and Tom Holland Imagines, I haven't edited well in most of the beginning ones maybe I'll get to it one day. I don't own a lot of the characters in here and it's a...
I walk into the class I had last period. I watch my friend half jog to catch up to me. "Hey." she waved with her free hand. The other hand holding her class books. I smiled at her and continued to walk towards my normal seat in this science class.
I place my books down on the table and sit down. My friend does the same next to me. We sat at the same table as we were in the science building so the tables were large enough for two people. I went to go and grab a pencil and notebook but something neon caught my eye. I looked down at the desk and I saw a sticky note flush against the table.
It was yellow and square, at a closer look, I saw someone's messy writing in black. It read 'Hey are you made of copper and tellurium??' i frowned but then turned to note over. 'Because you're'
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I cringed a little bit but then laughed. It was a pun I could appreciate. I flipped it back over to the beginning and showed f/n (your friend's name).
She laughed and then looked back up at me. "I guess someone has a secret admirer." she elbowed me slightly, I scoffed. I took my note back and stuck it to the front of my notebook.
-next day-
I saw that F/n had beaten me to this class and was already sitting at our table. I looked at her and tried to get her attention but she was busy reading. I walked over to her and placed my books down.
"What are you reading?" I asked before seeing another yellow stick note in her hands. I quickly pulled it out from her grasp. "Hey, I was reading that," she complained. I stuck my tongue out at her before reading the note myself.
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I frowned and then my eyes scanned the classroom. I didn't see anyone looking at me, I only saw the teacher walking into class. I try and think who could be writing the notes. Nobody came to mind.
I flipped the note over and saw some more writing. 'What is your favourite song?' I sat and thought for a while. I got out a sticky note of my own and wrote on it with my black pen. 'Cherry Cola by Jon Kuwada'. My cursive writing took up much less space then theirs.I stuck the note on my desk and added a heart in the top corner.
