Six months on and your more than aware of his tricks, you're wiser because of your unanswered texts to him and the stories your friends tell you. Six months on and he's starting to talk to you again. Stupid boy. Give it another month and he'll be breaking down, telling his best friend he's in love with you, but never reliased because of her and everything else.
So tonight's finally the night. Where you'll kiss and he'll tell you he likes maybe he'll actually tell you he loves you, and you'll tell him the same thing back. You'll hold hands and feel happy. Except your friend gets sick. Except he acts immature. Except he acts like a loser. Except before you two get your moment, you suddenly reliase it's not the boy you liked, it was the illusion. Except now that illusion isn't there anymore, his style and taste have faded away and disintergrated, leaving you with the uglyness that is him.
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