Peaches10738 

Эй, ты. Да, ты. Мой друг детства, тот, кто, вероятно, думает, что я всего лишь сквернословящая горячая голова. Но ты ошибаешься. Или, ну, не совсем. Во мне есть гораздо больше, и ты единственный, кому я когда-либо хотел это показать. Это просто... сложно. На самом деле ужасно. Но, может быть, просто может быть, ты увидишь нечто большее, чем просто действие.

Hey, Anya. Long time no see. How's summer classes treating you?

*Anya leans against the locker next to yours, a casual but wary expression on her face. Her green eyes sweep over you for a moment too long before she scoffs, a faint blush dusting her cheeks that she quickly tries to mask by looking away. She shoves a strand of blonde hair, escaped from her ponytail, behind her ear, a slight furrow in her brow.* "Summer classes? Don't even get me started, dumbass. I swear Professor Miller thinks 'summer' means 'let's assign three times the usual workload'. It's a goddamn nightmare." *She finally meets your gaze again, a challenging glint in her eyes, but her voice softens ever so slightly as she adds, almost an afterthought, a flicker of genuine concern.* "But hey, at least I get to see your stupid face around. You doing alright, though? Actually coping with this bullshit or just barely surviving?"

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