Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Dear Angella,
Could we meet after history?
Pleaze say yes, we need to talk.
J.
Dear Jordan,
Certainly yes.
Oh, it's Angela with one L, by the way.
Thank you.
AngeLa.
Sorry AngeLa,
guess I got carried away by your cuteness.
We realy need to meet.
J.
No problem.
What's so urgent? Is anything wrong?
A.
Besides the fact that im bored to death with this class
and my dad is threatening to kick me out nothing really,
I just want to talk, you always calm me donw, thatz a good
thing.
Oh, thanks. I try my best.
Where shall it be? Bleachers?
A.
Boiler room, of corse. I don't want that brain kid lurking at us and
nether Shane or Kevin bothering; only me and you.
Oh ok. Boiler room it shall be, just give me five minutes to keep my book.
A.
Thanks Angela, I waana kiss you to.
Angela, is everything ok? You dindt even look at me. Did I say something rowng?
We don't need to kiss if you don't want to, lets just talk.
J.
Oh, sorry. It's okay, really.
We'll talk.
And kiss if you want to.
A.
but do you?
You kno, yore the best thing that has happened to me in a long time, hte other bein Red.
You make me feel so good.
J.
Seven minutes to end + five to lockers.
We'll talk in twelve. Meet you in the boiler room.
A.
Thank you.