I put a straight face on and stare him straight in the eyes before realizing how amazing they are, "That's right, be frightened," I flash a playful smile.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I flash a smile and look her straight in the eyes back, realizing how easily I could get lost in them. Clearing my throat, I look away awkwardly and focus back on the book before she could notice.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I shake my head at him, grabbing my own notebook from my bag and leaning against the bed frame next to him and opening to a blank page. I bite my lip and glance around for my guitar.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
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