It’s finally springtime! But in this fic, it’s not even Valentine’s Day yet… Trust me, spring doesn’t effect this story like I thought it would. The weather gets warmer, but Aelita still has issues. Anyway, no dedication this time. No note. Just enjoy the chapter. :)
Cause I love the way you say good morning. The Way I Am
You arent classically handsome. Or classically cute. Or classically charming. But you have such perfect timing.
Eating breakfast with a friend (She knows everything. She owns me now.), you sit down. I Want You to Want Me immediately starts playing as you place your tray down.
When even music is the enemy, there is a definite problem. Even worse when You Dont Always Get What You Want starts immediately afterwards.
The conversation is nothing significant. Youll forget it ever happened, no doubt. But I cant work right now. Im broken. Im stuck on thoughts of your mouth moving as you actually speak to me. As you look me in the eyes and speak to me.