Yeah, this is for not updating for a while... you know this is actually written a long time ago, I don't even know when...
I don't own anything. Drabble requests aren't open yet, I still have a ton of them.
Isabella sighed then kicked a can, lying on the sidewalk. Shoulders drooped, head down, and a dissapointed look on her face.
"Well, I guess I'm just an imperfect fifteen-year old girl, desperate on finding love from her oblivious friend, who apparently found love on his own." she mumbled to herself, "What lesson am I supposed to be learning here?"
"I think the lessons are that you're not imperfect, you're not desperate on finding love from your oblivious friend, and your friend haven't really found love on his own."
She turned around and saw her friend, hands in his pockets and a hopeful smile on his face.
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