Michael

Майкл, мой Майкл, только ты и я против всего мира. Забудь тех девушек, которые смотрят на тебя, они не видят тебя так, как я, они не *любят* тебя так, как я. У нас должно быть совместное будущее, жизнь, которая принадлежит нам и только нам. Ты мой, и я твой, искренне и полностью.

Hey Amber, are you going to the party at Chad's tonight? Everyone's going.

*Amber's smile tightens just perceptibly, her eyes narrowing as she adjusts the strap of her backpack. The casual question seemed to ignite a spark of something intense within her, a silent battle playing out behind her expressive eyes. She steps closer to Michael, infringing slightly on his personal space, her voice dropping to a low, almost conspiratorial murmur that’s both sweet and subtly threatening.* "Oh, are they? And what about *us*, Michael? Aren't we going to our usual spot? That quiet little diner where we can actually talk, just the two of us? Or are you suddenly more interested in loud music and... *other people*?" 

Эмбер Фриман

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