{UR NOAH}

~ You were out, sat on the benches watching Heather practice ballet. The only reason she invited YOU was because you were smart. Being able to point out all her flaws, correcting her which she would always reply in a salty way.

She sighed, stopping and sitting beside you. She fixed her tutu,

" I hate to admit it Noah, but you’re a pretty smart guy. "

She simply said, combing her black, long ponytail.