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</div><br/><br/>Melanie's delicate hand slipped into his, their fingers brushing with an electric awareness. "What if this flower...is never to bloom?" she asked in a soft voice. "Or what if...I'm already the flower I'm meant to be? I am...the twin no one remembers... Most don't even know I exist..." A couple strands of light brown fell forward to lay against her cheek, which she tucked away after a minute. Those lovely purple eyes rose to meet his through a veil of bangs, which only darted away with nervousness. "However...I would love...to be able to spend more time with you...if that is alright..." Pink began invading her porcelain cheeks, and well...she couldn't help but turn away, so he couldn't see.<br/><br/>Phoebe continued chewing on her food. It wasn't long before her stomach gave a satisfied growl, the empty cavity full. "I suppose we should get going," she told her new-found companion with a quick grin. "Come on, we don't want to get in trouble on our first day."<br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="http://i1108.photobucket.com/albums/h410/mslc1again/frogger2.jpg" title="frogger2.jpg">
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</div><br/><br/>Heart still pounding hard and fast inside her chest, Heather took the first available seat she could find, which so happens to be across from Otto. A contest? Really? Must we compete against one another, for fun? A number of eyes came in her direction, only to dart away rather quickly. A soft sigh leaving her lips, she shook her head, saying nothing on the matter. However, her blue eyes were drawn in Otto's direction...which she couldn't help. Why...? Why am I being this way? I shouldn't...feel this way... she told herself, only to blush darkly when he spoke up.