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Enchanter

... beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. I’ve noticed that all my life. I notice how nice you are to everyone. I notice how kind and generous you are. I notice that I could drown in your eyes. I notice how you’re shaped like a wet dream. I notice how soft your skin is and how little and cute you are. I notice how your voice sounds when you talk or sing. I notice how happy I am when you’re around.” I looked at her and I was stunned. “I notice… I notice… Oh my God! I’m in love with you Fallon.” The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. I was instantly sorry I said it. “Jesus, Fallon; I’m so sorry I said that. I didn’t mean to embarrass you like that. I didn’t mean to say that. I mean, damn, I don’t know what I mean. I didn’t mean to make it all awkward. Forget I said that. Please, you’re my best friend. I’m sorry.” She knelt down beside me and put a finger on my lips. “You talk too much, Oliver. You should stop talking now. I’ve been in love with you since the eighth grade. I’ve been waiting for you to notice me. You’re my best friend too, but that’s not why I spend so much time with you. That’s not why I cried myself to sleep when you took Amanda to the prom. That’s not why my heart breaks every time you go out with someone. I love you, Oliver and I’ve been waiting for you to notice.” “Really? I am an idiot. I was talking about me! I told you to forget about me. Please don’t forget about me, Fallon. I just never thought I had a chance with you. I mean, you are my best friend, but I ...

... always thought you were way out of my league. I wanted to ask you to the prom, but I didn’t want to make it awkward between us by making you say yes if you didn’t want to. You’ve been right here under my nose the whole time but I never had any hope that we’d ever be anything besides friends. I didn’t want to risk losing my best friend.” “You’re talking too much again,” she said. “Don’t you think you might like to kiss me?” “I want to. Do you want me to? I don’t care; I’m going to do it.” I started to sit up, and pain shot through my side like a knife. I sank back with a groan. “I can’t do it, Fallon. You’re going to have to kiss me.” She bent over and those puffy lips came alive on mine. I tangled my hand in that fluffy black mane and cupped her cheek with the other. I noticed some more things. Her cheek was like silk under fingers. Her hair was so thick and soft that it felt like it could cover both of us. She started to pull away and I caught her lower lip gently between my teeth and let it slowly slip away. “That was intense,” she said. Her eyes were half closed and she rubbed her nose against mine. “We’ll do it again in a second.” “Why not now?” I asked. “I think I need to check on your wound.” She opened my shirt and took the bandage off. She frowned. “Oliver, I don’t understand. How could this gash look like this?” “I don’t know; is it infected?” “No, it’s nearly closed. At this rate, it will be gone tomorrow. It’s unbelievable.” “Fallon, I told you yesterday that I heal ...