November 13, 2012: D

Max's face turned red as her friends started screeching about how she didn't deny it and she likes me.

I walked past her, Brigid falling behind to talk to some friend of hers, but I was too elated to care.

She likes me.

She likes me.

She likes me.

Or maybe her friends just think she does.

My happiness deflated.


Gah. This was short. Sorry. D:

~Anna Ride