Adilah and Aamir walked hand on hand down the hall. Adilah's locker as decorated again with bad remarks and horrible drawings. "Damn girls, your remarks are getting superb." Adilah said. The group stopped laughing behind them. They watched as Adilah tore the notes up and threw the group with the small pieces. "Oops," Adilah said. Aamir laughed. Adilah grinned. "Concussed Adilah doesn't fucking care does she," Aamir said. "not entirely true, I care about you." She said placing a kiss on the tip of his nose and interlacing their fingers. They were perfect.

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