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(Exactly what it sounds like. It's really not a love story. )

"Do you like me?" You're straight forward I forget that sometimes.

I open the drink and look at it as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. I sigh, it's a habit now, and take a gulp.

"So?" You ask again. I put the drink on a table next to your bed and sit properly.

"I don't know." I say honestly. You didn't seem fazed but you did seem a bit confused.

"What do you mean you don't know?" I shrug and decide that the floor is the next best thing to look at.

"I like you."

I laugh at this and see you don't.

"Don't say that. You don't like me. You don't." I say as my smile fell and I looked to your eyes, mine were filled with sadness.

But enjoy the book :)