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He huffed, running his hands through his hair.
"Don't worry," she said brightly. "It'll be good!"
He laughed. "Definitely." *** "Like a bunch of shrimp?"
"It meant everything that you begged me to come back," he replied, his eyes lit with frustration. "I could have given up and just sacrificed...
She grinned. "Were going to dance?"
"Well.. That's true." *** "Sounds fake."
He glanced back at her a strong anger in his eyes as he took a few steps towards her. "That stunt I pulled?" he asked, his voice raised. "This.....
"What," she said, "are we going to not dance?"
"Nuh uh." *** "That's a lie!"
He shook his head, turning away from her. "You shouldn't be."
"Your hatred towards dance is stronger than your love for me."
"Yes," he replied. "You seem like you don't believe me often." *** "Because it's not fair."
"I wouldn't lie to you," he said softly, giving up a bit. "I was hoping you could just trust me.."
She frowned, looking away dramatically. "You don't like me."
"Because you believed me." *** "That's ridiculous."
He looked hurt, and shuddered slightly. "Are you serious, Poppy? I went back to help, which I failed at because Penelope didn't make it.." He...
She sighed sadly, looking up at him with puppy eyes. "I knew it was a long shot.."
He frowned. "Aw.. But I didn't do anything." *** She nudged him playfully. "Rude."
He shook his head, his voice desperate to get her to believe him. "No! I would never do that to you. She kissed me when I didn't expect it, and I...
"Good," she said. "Would you dance with me? I could show you how.."
