finally it was graduation you cleaned out your old locker, you’ve taken pictures with all those old friends, last thing in your list was to clean out your desk

when you approach your desk you noticed a crumpled paper that laid out flat on your desk, there was writing but also scribbles, it read

“I’m a chicken, I couldn’t tell you how I felt throughout all 4 years of sitting next to you, I would’ve hated myself if I didn’t tell you, so I do like you”~ from, Luke.