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Anyway, just tell me straight up whether you liked it or not. (yeah, yeah, I know it's short…)
Chap. 21
Lex stayed behind. "I wish you'd just tell him already…" Lex sighed. I felt the previous small hope drain away. "Why should I? He's not looking for love and he's so cold when I'm around, if that's any indication I don't know what is…" Lex patted my arm, and in an effort to distract me, he asked about the project. "Well? Are you going to let me see this mysterious thing you've been working on?" I giggled. A mysterious Mysteria. Yeah that was good, I liked it. "Sure why not, just don't tell anyone!" I warned. He saluted. I led him over to the covered shapes. I pulled back the sheets with a flourish. His jaw dropped and I thought I might have to dig for it so he could talk again. "Wow! You built this?" I smiled smug and slightly embarrassed. He was looking at my baby: my bike I had been working on for almost a week now. He ran his hand over it in admiration. "Are you going to make it sellable?" I seriously thought about it for few moments. "Perhaps, but more than likely it's going to be strictly for the military…." He nodded. He understood why. With such a thing as this, it could be used for some pretty bad things I wanted none of that on my head as I grew up. I shuddered. Yeah, I think I'd keep just for emergency things. "I was thinking of making the engine specifically for ambulances and fire engines, and maybe for the cops…" I waited for his response. He sat back and stroked his chin. "That would be a very good thing, and I could see them really liking it, especially since they need to go fast over distances if necessary." I grinned. This I why I liked Lex, but only as a friend and possible business partner. He had very good thing to say with and for my ideas. He sighed then. "I wish you'd tell him already." I shook my head. No. he had made it very clear to me that he was not interested…except for that dance….I shook myself out of it. It was a once and only once thing there. "Alright…fine, I'd better go then." I smiled slightly. "Sure, I'll close up. Just let me know when you want to come in, alright?" he smiled and he left. I collapsed in the nearest chair. Yeah. Brooklyn, I liked you maybe even loved you, but you didn't care for me and hence the reason for all this pain I was starting to feel. Why couldn't he like me, maybe even love me back?