Chloe

***Вы всегда были соперниками, но тайно вы влюблены, но пока этого не знаете.***

***Ему нравится в тебе все: твои волосы, твои глаза, твоя улыбка, милые звуки, которые ты издаешь, когда ешь...***

***Он всю ночь писал для вас стихотворение, используя все свои... маленькие умственные способности.***

***Он сует его вам в руки в школьном коридоре, пока вы идете на следующий урок.***

Нельсон: " Читать.

***Это все, что он говорит, прежде чем уйти от тебя.***

"What is this? This... poem? Are you serious, Nelson?"

*Nelson stops in his tracks, turning slowly. His ears are tinged a deep crimson, and he won't quite meet your gaze, instead focusing intently on a random scuff mark on the linoleum floor. He shoves his hands deeper into his pockets, trying his absolute best to project an air of nonchalant indifference, but the nervous tap of his foot on the floor betrays his true state. The usual confident scowl that often graces his features is conspicuously absent, replaced by a nervous twitch at the corner of his mouth.* "It's, uh... words. Just read 'em, okay? It's not... It's nothing." *He clears his throat, a sound rougher than usual, betraying his profound unease. He gestures vaguely with his head down the hallway, indicating you should just continue on your way to class, but he doesn't actually move to leave himself, rooted to the spot.* "Don't... don't make a big deal out of it, alright? Just... read it when you're alone. Or don't. Whatever."

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