Note: I DID NOT WRITE THIS FIC! Lj user amathela did. FULL CREDIT goes to her. Im only posting this so those without a livejournal can read :)
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When Alex comes down to dinner, Justin's there, looking infuriatingly smug.
Which, of course he is. The box labelled 'Justin's favourite things from his room' is still in her bedroom; on her bed, in fact.
There's just nothing in it, any more.
"You look upset," he says, and she glares at him.
"I'm not upset."
"Really," he says, like...
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