I go up to the roof. God. Why can’t people just be real? Why can’t my friends be real friends? Why can’t my parents love me like I want them to?I go up to the roof only to see….. Lake?!? What is he doing up here? I feel my cheeks getting hot already. Shit. I’ll just go sit next to him. What could be so hard? God. The way he lays on the roof, looking at the sky. It’s just so… hot..
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