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a story about a ​girl​ who gives stories to strangers in her thoughts and has a mind sh-
arper than that one knife on tumblr that can cut paper easy, ​and a boy​ that flirts w-
ith words and hands and sells smiles for cheap and kisses girls more than does his da-
mn homework / alternates between their perspectives, based on this beautiful song !'
a note from me: don't take this too seriously please,, i have no goal in mind for this?
it's just something i'm doing for the hell of it tbh? also check out the links by the side!
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posting is allowed !! or rather, encouraged bc i love to read, especially comments <:

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ezra roden !! / nickname, kit (blame
cinderella 2k15) / cis male / bicuri-
ous / 16 / aug 3 / flirty, acts witho-
ut thought often, more than a lil lo-
nely, rich boy pretty boy, shallow li-
ke the beach, likes to spend time w
quiet as company, sings in the sho-
wer, should wear glasses, too char-
ming, inventive, classical music, bo-
ok nerd, writes poetry and throws it
away, the people's puppet tbh ? ye.


jocelyn park / no nickname / cis girl /
pansexual / 17 / feb 14 / tired, alo-
of, hums to music when alone / v v
smart, likes kdramas, inquisitve, in-
different, laughs louder than she ta-
lks, dreamy, wants tattoos, stresses
v easy, instagram-savvy, likes to re-
ad a lot, also pop and rock music, s-
mol friend group and smoller girl, n-
eeds a break and sees in grays and b-
lacks and whites, loves nature a lot.

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01 new book smell
02 who is she
03 if only
04 i have this secret
05 one moment after
06 stepping stone
07 traveling thoughts
08 mission abort
09 boy adjacent
10 a game we play
11 question: answer
12 first date?
13 without her
14 story-weaver
15 let him go
16 charity case
17 prose magician?
18 strangely romantic
19 tell me
20 circus act
21 cotton edges
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───────────────────── new book smell ! ───────
their meeting is easy and it's kind of like opening a book; a new one. you don't come
in with expectations, and it's the cover that draws you in and the synopsis that baits
you. she spies him first, a boy sitting in the corner of the cafe, holding a book close
to his face. she's read that one before, it's a good one. she recognizes him from sch-
ool as a popular kid. the kind she knows of, but particularly does not know knows. h-
er eyelashes flit away from him as he catches her gaze and a smile curves his lips. h-
e is the kind of guy she doesn't associate with, but she finds herself wanting to know
know him. the synopsis has drawn her in; the girl flips to chapter one.
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────────────────────────── who is she ? ───────
there's a girl wearing a bow next table over, cowering behind her book. he guess t-
hat she's new here, probably; this was usually his cafe. private sanctuary. he reme-
mbers how her eyes -when they met his- retreated so quickly. a passing glance, a
fleeting girl. he thinks her like a rabbit, easy to scare but really cute. especially w-
hen eariing bows. bows like hers, the pretty pink that doesn't draw eyes immediat-
ely, but rather the beauty that goes unnoticed and shaded by the flashier types of
pretty. it fits her, he thinks. the boy resumes his reading, with a small smile.
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──────────────────────────── if only ! ───────
somehow, he's ended up in the seat across from the girl with the bow today, however,
she leaves her hair an untouched waterfall- he vaguely recalls it, but he thinks it was s-
omething like, "hi, you must be new around here! someone as pretty as you, i'd think i
'd recognize on the spot," smooth baritone and a show of teeth. she blushed and it too-
k her a few moments before she answered with a small "thank you," before going mute
again. he asked if he could sit (she had said yes with the same tiny voice) and it's been
two hours since then and he's been looking at her from the corner of his eye. she hasn't
noticed, the girl too absorbed in her novel, luckily.
"you would look prettier if you smiled, y'know," he notes in a lonely voice, while her ey-
es are downcast at her book. the girl with water for hair pauses. she flinches like it w-
as an insult that slipped from his lips. her cheeks begin to take color and she shifts ju-
st enough so her hair covers her face. "not that you aren't beautiful right now, but it's
just-" i wonder what would happen if you smiled. he is blushing and she's hiding shy
behind the curtain of her hair. neither make a movement to reignite the conversation.
they don't speak again, engaging in comfortable quiet.
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───────────────────── i have this secret ! ───────
his friends invited him out, and of course, they invited girls. and of course, they flo-
cked to him. they call him beautiful, and they tug on his sleeves, and he thinks it's
kind of like migration; the girls are birds and they're flying to places that are more
desirable as of the moment. they giggle like there's a secret. he's laughing too, but
it's more of a mandatory thing to starve off silence. he's thinking about the girl who
hid behind her hair and her pink ears that almost matched the hue of her hair ribb-
on. when he kisses the blonde girl whose hair he's been teasing for the past hour, h-
e wonders how the girl with the bow's lips would feel against his. the boy realizes
he was too busy blushing to ask the cafe girl's name.
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──────────────────── one moment after ! ───────
the clock on the wall reads nine pm. she's been at work on this calculus homework
since seven-thirty and dinner is probably sitting cold in the kitchen and pretty in t-
he dark for her. she tells herself it's one more problem to do, but next thing she kn-
ows, she's on her ap psych homework now. she looks up at the clock. ticking past m-
idnight, nearing one am.
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─────────────────────── stepping stone ! ───────
jocelyn. her name is jocelyn. she told him so, a little rumple in the flow of air con-
ditioning. he blurts out his name; spills out an apology. she smiles. it's okay, it's not
a library, she tells him. he notices she talks in a small voice, that if you weren't lis-
tening you would miss her soft lilt. it comes out quietly and bubbles the more she b-
ecomes comfortable with the boy. they start cliché, with the weather as a stepping
stone. he likes to ask about the book in her hands. she talks animatedly about it, w-
ith moving hands and bright eyes. he smiles and makes noises that signal 'yeah, i'm
listening (not just hearing)'. he gets a few lines from it (excitedly, she says that they'
re her favorite words at that point) and he knows the basics of the plot thus far. wh-
en it ends though, he finds himself thinking to himself and with a lighter gait.
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──────────────────── travelling thoughts ! ───────
maybe she's getting too hyped for this. it occupies her mind and his smiling words s-
he always finds tucked in the corners of her thoughts. her friend (the girl is too frag-
ile and scared to say best friend) nudges jocelyn's shoulder at constant. she's forgotte-
n to take notes in chemistry, and she's done something uncharacteristic. the girl won-
ders if ezra takes notes or he sleeps in class. he's an interesting fellow, she decides
while at her locker, i'd like to talk to him more. she closes the locker shut, takes h-
er worn and tired books from in her arms like a babe, as well as her traveling thoug-
hts. jocelyn hopes he'll sit at her table again, sometime soon / (it'd be nice, to be wi-
tness to his wrinkled smile again).
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