#silxxnce

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ღ --- silxxnce

Despite being so opposite, Harper was undeniably comfortable around Cree. Hell, he didn't even like silence all that much, but she was one of his closest friends, one of his only friends, or at least the only real one he'd had in a long time. Most of his friends didn't stick around long, and he didn't really call them his friends. But Cree....Cree was different. She was special. Even though she never said a word, he could talk to her about anything. Having friends was nice, and he enjoyed her company greatly, more than he thought he would. But there was something else....something he couldn't quite put his finger on. He got angry when guys in town would look at her, mostly because he knew the intentions of men. Maybe he just wanted to protect her. He wasn't really sure of it, and he'd pushed it to the back of his mind until now.

"Cree, wait." Harper said, reaching out to grab her arm as she walked away. Without another word he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, and for a moment, time seemed to stop. He didn't have any experience with kissing anyone before, he'd never gotten close enough to anyone. But with her, it seemed like it was right. Almost reluctantly, he pulled back after a moment, a bright flush erupting on his face. "S-Sorry, I-I'll just....S-See ya later, I-I guess."

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'what are you doing here?' ---written on board thingy by Cree of course yes

Harper grinned, placing his arms behind his head. "Wha'? Can' a guy jus' walk in tha' park if he wan's ta?" He said teasingly, placing his hands in his pockets.

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    ◖❂◗      The girl had way to many bruises and bumps to possibly be okay right? She face was scratched up, her delicate white skin littered with acts of hate and misunderstanding. But still, she didn’t want Harper to worry about her. Though her hands were shaking way to much to actually allow her to write anything down, she knew that she could still tell him that she was okay. Though her face hurt, she smiled big and wide for him to see. She was telling him that she was okay, that she could be okay. But still, she leaned up against him after that… She let him take some of her weight and help her forward. Because even though she didn’t want him to worry and she wanted to act strong… She could never deny the safety and warmth she felt when she was close to him.

He was glad to see her smile, though he knew she ws only trying to dissuade him from worrying about her. "Cree, 'm not gonna not worry about ya. Yer jus' gonna have t'live with tha'." Harper sighed, a slight smile coming to his face. She could be so stubborn at times. "Les' jus' get ya cleaned up, a'right?" He said, wrapping an arm around her waist and helping her walk.

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' What do you think of this outfit? ' Cree had written out on her board. (from silxxnce)

"Y-Y'look cute. I-I mean cuter than normal, c-'cause yer always cute, I-I mean." Harper mumbled, feeling a slight flush crawl to his cheeks. He'd never really been good at complimenting girls, always being too brash or harsh or vulgar with his words. But with Cree, it seemed to come naturally, but he didn't mind it.