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Almost Gone
Chapter Eighteen
“Hey, Emma,” Carl says, kissing my forehead again. I stare at him oddly, raising an eyebrow. He had been doing that a lot lately. Just about every time and everywhere we crossed. Kate and Ella give me looks, and I roll my eyes, biting into my chicken strips.
What are you doing? I scribble sloppily. Carl reads it, rolling his eyes as he chuckles. “How come I can never greet you like you’re human?”
Because I know about you.
He raises an eyebrow at that, but I smirk. I know everything.
“Do you now?”
I nod my head, rolling my eyes. You hear a lot when you can’t talk.
“Well, I wanna talk to you …”, Carl says nervously, strands of his dark brown hair on his forehead as he rubbed the back of his neck. I shrug, grabbing the pen and notebook as I stood up and followed behind him. We walk around the corner, and Carl turns around quickly, kissing me. I drop the pen and notebook from shock, as he wraps his arms around my waist. He finally lets go, and I grab the notebook and pen, looking up at him with wide eyes before running, running through the house.
What are you doing? I scribble sloppily. Carl reads it, rolling his eyes as he chuckles. “How come I can never greet you like you’re human?”
Because I know about you.
He raises an eyebrow at that, but I smirk. I know everything.
“Do you now?”
I nod my head, rolling my eyes. You hear a lot when you can’t talk.
“Well, I wanna talk to you …”, Carl says nervously, strands of his dark brown hair on his forehead as he rubbed the back of his neck. I shrug, grabbing the pen and notebook as I stood up and followed behind him. We walk around the corner, and Carl turns around quickly, kissing me. I drop the pen and notebook from shock, as he wraps his arms around my waist. He finally lets go, and I grab the notebook and pen, looking up at him with wide eyes before running, running through the house.
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Short, but a lot happens.