Literature
She loves me she loves me not
"She loves me, she loves me, not," the blonde boy sighed deeply as he leaned back against the tree. A gentle breeze blew the flower petals out of his open hand and he dropped the half gone flower. "Cloe," he moaned softly. He couldn't get his mind off of her, everything reminded him of Cloe, even decaffeinated tea.
Cameron, what are you gonna do?he sighed again. Had he really fallen in love with his dear friend? She was smart, sweet, kind, beautiful and talented. She was even better than any girl Cameron could ever imagine. Maybe I should just tell her, what's the worst that could happen? She could turn me down and this could hurt our frien