Flash Fiction #27 – loveofmyLIFE

 

<Hey>

It can’t be. 

Brock Hudson. 

BROCK HUDSON TEXTED. 

Gotta keep my composure. 

I text. Play it cool. Don’t go crazy on emojis just yet. 

 <Dis Liz?>

<Yes> I text. 

What does this 

FINE hunk of man meat want with me?

OH MY GOD. 

School Formal. 

He’s asking me. 

He got my number to ask. 

When he said I smelled like garlic, 

it was NOT an insult. 

He’s Italian. 

He loves a lady that smells like garlic. 

THIS is how our story starts. 

 <Mrs. Mole gave me ur # said u could tutor me in math>

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