#PlaylistProject [Things I Wish I Could Tell You] – Beautiful Excuses

 

OC

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INTRO | Heart Out | This Must Be My Dream | Infinity | Colors

Fools

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“There’s only beautiful excuses in my eyes.”

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Recommended song : Rixton – Beautiful Excuses

(the playlist here)

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“No, Sir. It was my fault.”

“Are you sure, Harper? Because some of your friends said you weren’t even held a ball.”

“Nah, they should go meet eye doctor or som- Sorry, Sir. I am responsible for this and I am willing to be punished.”

Ian slightly looked at Josie—who was biting her bottom lip. She mouthed,”Please don’t, Silly.” only to be responded by a grin from Ian before the dark-haired boy was being escorted by Mr. Wilson to the detention room. 

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“It was me, Sir. I accidentally threw the ball to the wrong direction and broke the window glass.”

Josie could never forget that day. The day when Ian was willing to take her detention despite being innocent at all. They were only twelve that time, but Josie never thought that her mischievous and hyper friend would do something like that, only to save Josie’s ‘two-goody-shoes’ reputation. Josie still remembered when she scolded Ian after school, and how she tried to drag him to Mr. Wilson’s room to explain everything, but Ian casually refused and dragged her to the bus stop instead.

“No, it’s okay, Missy. I am all okay. Let’s never letting you touch any ball again next time.”

“But it was my fault! I can’t just shrug it off and pretend everything’s fine!”

“Tsk, you’re so fussy,” Ian scoffed. “Come on, let’s go home. If you feel bad because I was being punished for something I didn’t do, then just buy me ice cream or something.”

“You’re crazy,” Josie muttered as she walked side by side with Ian. “Why would you do something like that? Risking yourself for someone else’s fault?”

Ian shrugged. “I don’t know. I just feel like you don’t deserve any kind of detention, whether you’re wrong or not.”

Josie snorted. “What? What makes me seem so special?”

The latter smiled widely as he leaned closer to whisper,”Because you’re an angel.”

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“But Ian, all angel are males and naked.”

“Well, fuck that.”

 

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-fin

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