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    My heart started beating like crazy and at this point, to be honest I felt like I was dying. "uhm, yeah, you probably don't like him or whatever, and I don't know why exactly but I do. but like, please don't make fun of me because I can do enough of that myself," I said, ears pinned to my head as I put down the bone. "its, it's.. It's not like I'm actually going to give this to him, he'd think I was retarded or something, like you probably already do. But I just want to do something for him, ugh, I don't know."

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]"You shouldn't make assumptions on how people are going to feel." Dea would respond, rather neutral on the subject. He wasn't going to guarantee that Bubbles was gonna like him, but he wasn't going to agree on the fact that Bubbles would think that anything Harshhail did for him, was going to be 'retarded'. "Either way, you're not going to know how he's going to feel about you, unless you ask him yourself. Whether or not you're willing to take that step though is up to you. You can either risk embarrassing yourself, or live-on without ever knowing as to whether he even remotely liked you or not, even if there was the slightest of possibilities, you'd never know." He gave a slight shrug, seeing as, in the end, it'd be Harshhail's decision. "Personally, I doubt that you're going to regret confessing." It wasn't as if being turned down was the end of the world - and either way, after admitting it, your feelings were out, and it wasn't as if there happened to be anything to hide for much longer, afterwards. It was somewhat of a weight off of your own shoulders, if things didn't go well. And, obviously, everything got a whole lot better, if your emotions were reciprocated.

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    I shivered. "Uh. Yeah." dead did have a point. "hey, do you, uh, think I should ask him on a date? Just like, an opportunity for us to get to know each other better, and an opportunity for me to, I mean, not feel crazy for liking him. It's not that liking him is a bad thing, he is lovely, but like, I've never talked to him before.. Ugh. I dunno."