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lucky. he thinks he’s lucky to talk to her. part of her wants to giggle —- but artie sounds so genuine saying it, unlike the giggling girls gwen usually saw in the halls that talk about how lucky they were that the queen bee appeared to like their shoes. normally, gwen would probably scoff at his comment, but she finds herself smiling. ❛ no, i mean it. truly. ❜
fingers tap lightly against the counter, eyes looking at artie, then the cupcakes, then artie, then the cupcakes, back and forth for a moment. oh, god. if tiffany or lance knew she was growing soft for the school loser —- oh, hell —- who CARES. it’s no crime to be nice. ❛ they look really nice —- i think we’re gonna ace this project. ❜
gwen’s just ——— being too much . artie’s starting to half-wonder if this is some kind of prank . he... definitely wouldn’t put it pass lance to coax gwen into doing it but — but he can’t do that . he just . adores her too much to think that badly . and she — no. gwen is nice . countless of times artie’s a witness to that . so maybe ... just maybe ... everything that’s happening right now is actually . you know . not some cruel joke . ❝ y - yeah ? yeah , i mean . i think so too . mrs burgundy’s not gonna see this coming , for sure . ❞
and he laughs , awkwardly , pink hues coloring his pale cheeks as he just — tries to absorb everything . gwen . with her hair and her smile and her ... existence . she looks so surreal . like artie can reach out right now and she won’t — she isn’t gonna be there . ❝ hey . gwen . ❞ and , okay . maybe he’s just pushing it , but . his hand that’s been dipped in the remnants of the flour thumbs down her chin and artie lets out a huge grin , trying to contain his laughter . ❝ think you got something there —— ❞
















