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For proof of validity, Malorie always asks her new boyfriends a few questions related to how they truly feel about her. And after interrogating Reed Tellman, there's no need to go further. Reed is perfect. And he's definitely the one.

Or so she thought.


Submitted:Oct 24, 2013    Reads: 159    Comments: 1    Likes: 3   


"Am I pretty?"

"Yes."

"Do you like me?"

"Of course."

"Do you want to be with me forever?"

"Sure."

"Would you cry if I left?"

"Yeah."

No further interrogation was required. Malorie knew Reed was perfect. And he was definitely the one.

Or so she thought.

FIVE MONTHS LATER

"Am I pretty?"

"No," Reed admitted.

"Do you like me?"

"No."

"Do you want to be with me forever?"

"No."

"Would you cry if I left?"

"No."

So, heart shattered and face gray, Malorie did leave. And she knew Reed wouldn't cry.

What was I thinking?? thought Malorie, blinking away the tears. How could I be so oblivious to the jerk Reed really is?

Malorie shivered in the heavy night chill of fall. A few salty tears failed to remain glistening in her eyes and slid down her cheek. She seated herself on a bench and sobbed until she her a familiar voice.

"Mal?"

"Drake!" cried Malorie, practically sprinting over to her guy-friend. Now he could be trusted.

With a caring embrace, Drake stroked Malorie's light red locks and brushed a few escaping tears away from her face. "Are you okay? What happened?"

So the heartbroken girl poured her heart out to her supportive friend. About Reed and how loyal she thought he was. "I thought wrong," she concluded, and Drake gently wrapped his hand around hers. It wasn't a firm grip, like Reed's-- it was just nice and soft.

Drake walked Malorie home that cool, crisp night, still tenderly grasping her hand. He did not let go until stating: "There is nothing more harrowing than a split-- even if not your first." Malorie blushed, following an awkward silence.
It was broken my Malorie's crying. She buried her face in her hands and managed to mumble: "Thank you, Drake. Thank you."

The girl was up all night, thinking. Just thinking.
She decided to do something had never done to a guy-friend before. She was willing to undergo the rituals of her "Validity Quotient".
But Malorie didn't wish to read any texts at two in the morning. So, hastily, she called him.

Drake was up, too, thinking. Just thinking.
He picked up the phone and answered, but didn't bother greeting. He knew exactly what she was going to ask.
And he was ready.

"Am I pretty?" Malorie practically choked on the words.

"No," Drake replied quickly.
"Do you like me?"
"No."
"Do you want to be with me forever?"
"No."
"Would you cry if I left?" (in this case, hanging up.)
"No."

So, gulping between sobs, she did leave. And she knew Drake wouldn't cry.

The next day, Drake mailed Malorie a text. But she didn't read it. You've proved your point. I know you just want to be friends, she thought.


But Drake hadn't proved his point. So, after a few hours of no response, he sent a voice message. "Malorie," it began. Malorie would have thrown her phone out the window so she didn't have to face a sappy apology, but the tone of Drake's voice reeled her in. So she listened.

"You aren't pretty. You're beautiful. And I don't like you. I love you. I don't want to be with you forever, I need to be with you forever. And I wouldn't cry if you left. I would die." He chuckled. "Luckily, you only hung up." Then Malorie heard the beep.

No further interrogation was required. Malorie knew Drake was perfect. And he was definitely the one.





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