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Peanut Butter
RoxanneLorcan
chic, midnight, wild
"Here, try it. It's delicious," she said, pushing a spoonful of peanut butter at him.
Lorcan eyed it with a frown. Peanut butter straight out of the jar. Hmm.
He never actually saw himself eating peanut butter straight out of the jar. Then again, he'd never seen himself waking up at midnight to climb onto the roof and wish on every star in the sky before he met Roxanne. He'd never seen himself wearing one of those chic scarves around his neck until Roxanne bought him one. He'd never seen himself sitting around without a purpose just thinking about a girl until Roxanne came about and everything became different. Roxanne, she was wild, she was unconventional, she was a harbinger of change and every moment Lorcan was with her, he felt himself changing, becoming something better, something more.
"Sure," he said, accepting the spoon. "I'll try it."
And, like everything else she introduced him to, he loved it.