Lol there's still no one who reads this XD

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   After sweeping the floor, Prisma looked up, looking for the boy; but he was nowhere to be found. Dissapointed, she just gave the broom to Yoko.

   "You're done?" Yoko asked, a hint of doubtfulness in her voice. She considered making Prisma clean the women's bathroom, but decided against it - it would be too stressful for Prisma. And Yoko did not want Prisma to quit.

   So Prisma left. She went out the coffee shop, and feeling the breeze she got goosebumps. The breeze reminded her of John. It was sudden, yet so chilling, so satisfying to feel. And it quickly goes away.

   And so she began to walk to John's dwelling.

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   She knocked on his door, three times in a row, softly, reluctantly.
   He opened it, smiling once seeing her. "Prisma, hello! Come on in, love." He said, almost too cheerfully considering the conversation they last had.

   Prisma walked in his house for the hundredth time and knocked her shoes of instantly. She ran to his couch and sunk in it, smelling John's usual bookish smell. Except, there was also the smell of cologne.

There is a girl in the house, Prisma immediately thought. Of course.

   She got scared, and tried to hide it. She tried to slowly sit up the couch, and tried to seem chill, as she usually was. John walked over to her, sitting on the couch next to her. Prisma slid away.

   "Prisma, is something wrong?" John asked, sounding normal. But he didn't feel normal at that time, he was frightened Prisma knew about his affair. He loved Prisma too much to hurt her, he couldn't risk missing the chance of her loving him go away.

   She looked back at him. They stared at each other for a moment. They looked into each other's eyes, both of their pupils dilated as if they were both in space, alone, the only light to see being each other. And so they leaned in. Closer. Closer.

   "Hey John did you get the lu-" The doe-eyed boy stood in the doorway of John's bedroom in only his underwear. By then, everyone was confused. And then he saw the girl. The beautiful grey-eyed girl from the coffee shop he previously visited. "Oh."

    "Paul! Ah, um this is Prisma. Prisma, this is Paul." John introduced the two already familiar faces to each other. He was afraid of the way they gazed at each other, looking profoundly amazed. He couldn't stand Prisma looking at someone else that way.

   "Hello." They both said at the same time, giggling like toddlers afterwards. John's blood boiled by looking at both of his lovers looking like teenage sweethearts.

   "Paul, can we have a talk?" Paul nodded and walked inside John's bedroom, John following right behind.
  
   Once John shut the door behind him, silence occured.

   "Paul, it's not what you think it is." John said, desperate to protect his and Paul's relationship, or to put it more accurately; their friends with benefits status.

   "John, don't worry. We're not supposed to have feelings for each other remember? So, I don't really give a bloody damn, but I do give a 'damn' at that girl in your living room. Mate, she's just impeccable." John's eye twitched, and only once he slapped Paul did Paul realize his mistake.

   "Oh, John, I'm so sorry. I didn't know you had feelings for her." Paul tried to make up for his inappropriate words.

   "It's okay, mate. It's okay."

   They both returned back to the living room, Paul having put on some sweats and a t-shirt. And he saw the girl once again.

   His heart was always hard as steel. He was able to manipulate people, make them feel as if he was one of the sweetest people alive. Though, he never cared. But yet, when he saw the girl his heart softened. His heart beat faster, his hands began to sweat, his cheeks reddened. For once in his life, he felt vulnerable.

   That girl would be the death of him.
  
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