Michael followed me home.
Your parents asked me everything he asked, "Where is Valery?"
And I told them everything I told him, "Valery sneaked out while I was asleep."
On the way home, he trailed behind me, shadowing every step I took.
His sneakers tapped and my boots clicked.
We were unintentionally creating music together. But, I didn't want to create anything with him.
I sped up my pace.
"What do you want?" I asked him coldly.
He simply stared at me with those beautiful cucumber eyes like he planned on staring the truth out of me.
Too bad. I was telling the truth.
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