{Weeks pass by}
She gets to school early that morning. Not for any particular reason of course.
She tries not to look suspicious as she turns the lock randomly in hopes it'll open. Maybe someone's looking out for her, because it does.
She slips the object in her hand into the locker and quickly slams it shut, looking for another soul to bother.
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He opens his locker and a plethora of gifts fall from it. His friends always go overboard with this kind of stuff.
In the back corner he finds a stuffed penguin with 'happy birthday, doorbell' scrawled on a post it note with no signature.
He already knows who it's from. A stab of appreciation wells in him and he chuckles feeling irrationally pleased. When he gets home the stupid grin is still plastered to his face.
a/n: so much fluff so little time. only so much more to go until this whole demeanor changes. please vote and comment if you can be bothered xx
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Waiting for Rain
Short Story"At the end of it all, sometimes people don't fall in love." - Mira and Cason, and all the things that ensue. (excuse the cliche-esque) #537 in Short Story 2.18.15
