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I just kept swallowing He took the note from my hand and looked at it. Gosh this is so embarrassing Me : it's... I didn't... Andy: do you like me? I mean, the second type of like that leads to love Now that came like a bomb Of course I like you, why would I write that. I like you Andy I didn't reply though Andy: .... Because I like you Me: wait what... Andy: I like you. The second type of like Me: wait what...

My mouth seems almost numb. "Oh of course I hate it. I hated her when I found out she liked Axel. How can she like Axel while I like her? If she wanted to change herself at that time. of course, she will be my lover. Meanwhile, the only friend she has is you, Lesley. She doesn't hang out, but she dares to like other people." "Are you crazy? I don't even know how you feel about me. You like me in your own way, then you hate me by yourself. I never rejected you, you're really crazy "I said,

“What do you like about me?” He tilted his head to the side, waiting patiently for her to answer his question. "What do I like about you, huh?" She asked and pretended to think. "Well, more or less everything. I am not too fond of your grumpy and arrogant self, but other than that, I am pretty much in love with everything else about you." She answered in a teasing tone. He glared at her playfully. "What do you like about me?" She asked with interest.

"Men don't usually like to talk about their problems the way we do." She says softly and I sigh. "Yeah... I guess, but... I know we haven't know each other that long, but it hurts when he shuts me out like this." I murmur. She watches me carefully. "You really like him." She says softly. I look down again, nodding my head. "Yeah... I do." I admit quietly. "I don't know if it's love yet... But... I like having him around. I like waking up and knowing he'll be there. I like eating breakfast with him. I like watching him with Ethan."

“No, no, no. This isn’t real. It can’t be real.” Her mind raced with thoughts that collided and overlapped, a chaotic storm of fear, disbelief, and desperation. The weight of his words—**“I like her a lot”—**was too much to bear. How could he say that? After alk he dud to her how could he say that to her.

Liam POV I honestly just wanted to have a conversation with him, and I wanted to check if he really likes her as she claims or makes it look, but I didn’t have to go too deep before I found out that he actually likes her and he probably wants to spend the rest of his life with her.

He shook his head, finally calming down. "I don’t like her at all. It’s you I like." I leaned forward, my voice low. "Well, I don’t like you that way, and this is getting ridiculous." His expression turned serious. "I like you because we have a lot in common. You’re smart, beautiful, and—whether you admit it or not—you’re kind." I rolled my eyes. "What kindness have I ever shown for you to say that?" "It’s written all over you," he said softly. "Everyone sees it. You don’t know how high the men rate you."

he asks. “I already said that. Now, if you’ll excuse me—” “Don’t you mean you like what she can do for you?” I exhale sharply. “Is money all you people know? I like her because she’s cute, funny, and smart. She makes me feel good about myself, and one look from her makes my heart go crazy. I like her, not her money. Rich or poor, I’d feel the same.” He eyes me for a moment, then pulls me into another hug. What is wrong with this guy?

His teeth move to my earlobe, pulling at it softly. I tilt my head to the right to avoid the intense tickling sensation. “ what will you do if I like you? Will you like me too? ” He sighs, his hot breath making me lean away from him instinctively. “ You are a smart girl, but when it comes to emotions, you appear so dense. Do you still have to ask if I will like you? Would I be here if I didn’t like you? ” Unconsciously, I place my hands on his arm around my waist and squeeze. I should ask how much he likes me…but I don’t know how much is enough to become used to someone and need them or if liking someone is all it takes to spend a lifetime together.

I told you, he and I are friends, and I looked up at him," she said, turning a corner and leading me to a somewhat like grape farm. "How about you? Why do you like him?" she asked. "I..." couldn't answer, the words rolled out in my tongue. Why do I like him? Because I grew closer to him? "Why did you fake your death?" "Answer me first," she pouted. "There's nothing to like about him, he's a snotty little child, there’s always something going on with his mind, he is cbarismatic, I gave you that, but not enough to like him, does teenagers like a type of guy like him?"