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I state crossing my leg over the other as I watch her. "We're going to change that. I bet that I can get you to 10k followers by posting dope pictures of you. Just give me this weekend. I'll perform miracle." She says confidently and I just smile. By the time she posts pictures of me on my Page I'm pretty sure I'll lose the followers I already have. Her eyes widen in sudden realization and I give her a look. "Your birthday is April 28 and two days later is your Wedding Anniversary." She utters cheekily and I just give her a flat look.

Can I take a picture? "Can I get your number?" "What's your name?" "How old are you?" "Will you be my girlfriend—" "....." The students looked at the girl who said. They, however, looked at him, again. "Can I have your autograph? Please kiss here." "Can I have your baby?" "Will you marry me?" "Please marry me!" "I can cook!" "I can clean it!" "No, I can do everything." *chatter* *chatter*

She smiles at me and kissed me and says, "you better take responsibility and make me happier and I'll be your girlfriend" "Darling~❤️" Author Thought: Maybe, they will fall in love and get married in the future it will be the best outcome. Let me know in the comments what's your opinion about this story.

In the picture, I looked flushed and surprised, while he had that perfect, arrogant half-smirk, his face close to mine. “What’s that for?” I asked, trying to grab the phone back. “You need to make a post on your I*******m.” “Why?” He gave me a look like I was stupid. “How else do you want people to believe we’re together?” Before I could say another word, he tapped away on my screen. A few seconds later, he turned the phone toward me. He had posted the photo with the caption: “Day 1 of forever” with a heart emoji and ridiculous hashtags. He even tagged himself on the post.

Or rather,I tried to ensure it did not. I went online and posted the perfect newlywed photo on social media which was a filtered shot of my wedding ring against a bouquet of roses with the caption: “Another day as Mrs. Martinez. Feeling blessed #Newlyweds #HappilyEverAfter” This was not just for myself but to satisfy my hunger fans who were already making up narratives as to why I haven't posted anything since my wedding night.

As I continued to peruse, I stopped at a post that attracted my eye instantly. ISO is a young girl for my kid. Must be around the age of 20-23. Go on a couple of dates with him. Talk to him. Be everything he wants you to be. Be his girlfriend. He is heart shattered, and his mother and I want him to be happy again. I don't care if it's bogus. Make him believe it's genuine. Fill out the application and I will get in touch with you. Pay will vary.

No fucking way. I blinked rapidly, hoping my eyes were playing tricks on me. I frantically tapped into the profile and refreshed the page, but the post was just…there. The words and image was there, glaring at me through the bright screen in the dimly lit room. ‘She said YES! Can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you, sweetheart! #Engaged #MarriedSoonTalkLater’ What the actual fuck? The caption was accompanied by a picture of Blake, holding my hand.

Two survivors of Victoria choosing to be kind to each other. "Can I keep sending postcards?" she asks before we hang up. "Please do. I like knowing you're okay." "You too. Send me photos of the foundation. Of the memorial archive. I want to see what you're building." The sixth postcard arrives in January. A small coastal town I don't recognize. We're getting married here. Positano. Just us and two witnesses. Antonio's sister and his best friend. Small like it should be. I'm wearing blue. Not white. Don't deserve white. But blue feels honest. Like the sea. Always changing. Always moving forward.

I instructed, turning him around. The elevator had a mirror opposite the door. Perfect. If he stood facing forward, I could take a mirror shot from behind, holding onto his arm. I hooked my arm through his and posed, snapping a few pictures. Then I quickly unhooked, scrolling through them while Luke leaned over my shoulder. “I like this one,” he said, pointing to the very photo I had just favorited in my head. “Me too,” I admitted, posting it on I*******m with the caption: lunch date ❤️. Without waiting to see the reactions, I silenced my phone and slipped it into my bag.

"What's..it?' she stammered. I swallowed. " I need an urgent girlfriend.... and..I really need to take a picture of us... kissing. Not really a great kiss..just a kiss will do. Will...you be my girlfriend??" I finally asked a d right now, Maya is staring at me... shock as ever!" 💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘 Are you also shocked?? Well...I am!!😲😲 3k likes and 300 comments to unlock the next intriguing episode!!💘💘