If you were to ask passersby what they thought of the young couple sitting on the park bench, they'd say they were a cute couple who were in love. If you went up to the two and asked them yourself, they'd blush furiously and glance away, twiddling their thumbs or kicking at the ground. Finally, one of the two would look up and admit that they did have such feelings for each other, albeit with much stammering and mumbling. Yes, the blonde boy and his pink-haired cutie were in love, and nothing would tear them apart. Young love was the best for the two teens.
Hn, a short, crummy chapter with only half the effort put into it. Guess that's what happens when you have writer's block and you're in a rush. That or my work just sucks. Please leave a review/flamefest telling me about my third-rate writing abilities. Haha.
They don't belong to me. Ever. Nope. Not me.