A Few Hundred Poppies
"So, um, any choice of songs for a prom night at the Kreep house?"
My gaze skimmed over my form. "I'm covered in chocolate," I hesitated, and he shot me a look of pure do-you-seriously-think-I-care. "Ed's Perfect would be great I guess."
West groaned. "I knew it! You are so predictable sometimes, Aditi. I know nobody thinks this, but Perfect is so fucking overrated. But I shall comply with the 'Ed' part of your wish, m'lady," he bowed ridiculously, tapping his phone once. A beautiful guitar strum started coursing through the small room, followed by Ed's emotion-evoking voice.
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