I sigh and stand, leaning against the tree above her. I slip my phone out and text Mel, telling her the situation and asking her how far she wants me to go.
````` Ryder
I ignore her, arms crossed over my chest.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I hesitate, not sure I actually want to do any of that. I don't know, Mel. I don't like the idea of doing that anymore. She's not you, and she's... almost annoyingly against me.
``` Ryder
I close my eyes and swallow.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I lie in bed and bring a hand to my forehead before thinking about it. I hesitate before standing and sensing Sharp's presence. I hesitate before opening the door and stepping aside, "Can I trust you?"
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Mel
I don't text back and look at Ryder, "Can you tell me about her? Atleast talk to me?"
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
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