You were in the school garden, picking petals from a flower you found. "He loves me, he loves me not." You say. "Hey, whatcha doing?" Your friend says as they come up to you. "I'm seeing if Andrew loves me or not." You say while tearing each petal. "Why won't you ask him?" Your friend asks. "He'll just make fun of me." You say. "Okay, see you later!" Your friend says, leaving.

"He loves me,

He loves me not.

He-" suddenly, your cut off by someone..

"Loves you." Andrew says from behind.