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"Morning" She said, walking over to him and gently brushing her hand against his |
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"So uh,what are we?You don't hate me anymore,right?" He asks,a storng yet fallen look. |
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"Why would I kiss someone I hate?" She questioned |
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"Ok,so you don't hate me,nice.Back to the question,after last night are we still friends or are we more then that?" He asks,brushing her hand with his. |
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"I mean, technically you haven't asked me to be your girlfriend, but either works if you don't want me right now" She explained, though hoped he wasn't just messing with her |
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"And why would I not want you?You know," he began, his tone dripping with sarcasm, "I’m getting a bit tired of the games, Kayla. You’ve been teasing me for days, and yet... here we are." He paused, taking in a breath like he was about to say something deep, but instead, his lips curled into a smirk. "So, here’s an idea—how about you just make it official already? Be my girlfriend or whatever it is we’re doing here." His voice was edged with a slight bite, but his eyes still held that playful challenge. He wasn’t asking for a declaration of love—hell, he didn’t even know if he believed in that—but it was a question, one that carried with it more weight than he was letting on. "I mean," he continued, leaning in a little closer, "you’ve already got me wrapped around your finger. Might as well make it official." The words were sarcastic, the challenge unmistakable, but underneath it all, there was an unspoken truth—he was waiting for her answer, but he wasn’t about to admit it. Not yet. |
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"Alright" She agreed quietly, smiling at him softly. "I'll be your girlfriend" She said after a moment |
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"Finally" He grumbled,going back into the tent and coming back in his hunting gear. "We're going hunting today,don't kill yourself,please." Gale says,darting off to the other group of four and starting a argument. |
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Kayla nodded and watched them with a small smile. She walked into the woods again, finding the same stick as yesterday and continuing to carve |
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"I freaking hate you!I don't know what the hell you're talking about,you idiot." Gale snapped,loading his bow and pointing it at the first one,her back down. "Yeah,that's what I thought.Let's move." He ordered,the group following and splitting up. |
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