Talking
She looks at me with her pretty brown eyes, she smiles stretching her pretty pale lips wide
I smile to myself
She makes a flirty joke and I laugh abit
the phone rings
We both look down at the same time, read the name and lock eyes
I have to take this she smiles
I sigh
I like a girl who can't be mine.
I like a girl who likes a guy.
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