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My lips spread into a small smile as I realized that the book I was trying to unlock actually worked. "It worked! It worked!" I exclaimed, my words wrapped with excitement.

I felt my smile deviate, almost plunging at the direct hit but I kept it prominently displayed on my face. I needed to smile. It was the only method to keep trespassers at bay. It was the only thing I was good at. I laughed. "What are you talking about, I'm just a regular kid who has a tight schedule. Anyway, you never responded to my query about being able to read people's minds?" Continue to smile. They'd never notice how shattered you were. Keep smiling and they would believe everything was alright when you wanted to watch them suffer. He shook his head. "I'm afraid I can't."

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Greg notices me looking at them, and he smiles, “What?” I shake my head, “Nothing.” He looks suspicious, “You’re doing that thing.” “What thing?” “The emotional smile.” I gasp, “I do not have an emotional smile.” He nods seriously, “You do.” I narrow my eyes, “You’re lucky you’re hot and attractive.” He looks delighted, “I know.”

"Then what about this?" "That's exactly it. What does it mean?" She eyed him with a smile and asked, "Who said that to you?" His radar shot up, "Why? It's something bad, isn't it." "No. It means 'don't smile like that, it's cute." she shrugged. "I mean, you do have a cute smile." Dylan pushed his head back with a blink, losing all his fate in her sign knowledge at once. "You sure? You're sure it doesn't mean stupid?"

he gave me that smile again that seems to be captivating me. itsclarixass

Camille let slip her first real smile of the evening. AUTHOR'S NOTE: hello! if you want to support this book then rate it and don't forget to drop a comment. also consider following me on social media (fb + insta: mathieuforest). now sit back and enjoy the ride x. – mathieu

I don't have friends - I am not sure if that is something that I should be proud of. Well, it's not like I don't try to approach my classmates or try to interact. It’s just that I have a weird smile. No, it's not the type of smile that involves weird and rotten teeth - I have perfectly white and straight teeth. You see, my smile is fatal and dangerous. Just one look at these weapons and even the ferocious growl of a mountain lion would seem harmless. If this were a comic, I would call this attack: The Killer Smile.

I let out a sad laugh. "I can't imagine life without you, Chip." His thumb continued to stroke my cheek. "I can't." "I can't imagine life without you either." "You know what?" He smiled. "Let's not get sad about it. This is something to be happy about actually. Your writing is so amazing that a publisher wants to get your book published. That's something to be happy about, okay?" I laughed, tasting my tears on my tongue, "Yeah." "Yeah, that's the smile." He said cheerily. "That's the smile I fell in love with."

"I’m just going to... take my leave now. Thanks for the bed, I guess." She made it to the door, but then she stopped. Something about the way he was standing there, so isolated and cold, made her turn back slowly. "You know," she started, her voice gaining a bit of unexpected strength. "You should probably try smiling more often. Even though you’re... well, handsome, I guess, smiling actually makes you look human. You don't have to be a total grump all the time. I know your childhood was trash, trust me, I get it, same here, but stop being so miserable."