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   "Y'know what they say, there's a fine line between love and hate."
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A/N: Everyone, I'm really starting to lose interest in writing this story. So I apologize in advance because the chapter might be kinda short, unlike the usual updates.
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      Your POV
   I sigh. I just got to work at exactly eight o'clock. Usually, I arrive later than this, but only because I love to procrastinate. The reason I was here, on perfect timing, and just the slightest bit nervous. I was going to apologize to Re— MICHAEL, and then take him out to lunch. And unless we're going to hate each other forever, then I might as well try. Even if he doesn't accept it.
   When I said I was only the slightest bit nervous, I might be a lot more nervous than that. Why? I don't know! Regaining an old friend maybe? That we'll just despise each other's guts for the rest of our long lives? Also, don't get 'apology dinner with Michael' confused with 'date'. Okay? 'Kay. . . Let's do this, and hope for the best.
   The only people that know what I'm doing is the rest of the gang, excluding Michael. Y'know, Adam, Trish, Barney, Ross, and Max. And they have been teasing me nonstop.
   "Y/N's gonna get her boyfriend back!"
   "When's the next date?"
   "Are you nervous to see his face that you find appealing?"
   Can't they just shut up? These things aren't true, and it is not a date!
      Michael's POV
   I sat in my car staring at the rose I got her. I took all the thorns from off the flower and threw them away at home, giving it the more beautiful look. Just like her. Beautiful, but definitely dangerous. Though, I'm not asking her out. I just simply want to become friends again, I just hope that this apology doesn't end up being like the last one. That definitely didn't go to well. . .
   I only just came up with this last minute, so I'm pretty sure nobody knows about it. Not even Barney. I sit up straight, leaving and locking my car. I carefully tuck the rose in one of my pockets, making sure it wasn't visible to people's eyes. Honestly, I can't say why I'm so nervous. Heck, I can't say why I'm trying again!
Please help me. . .
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Edit* A/N: I'm discontinuing, sorry.