Hiding from the truth.

"You didn't say yes. Or no," she said, turning the page of her book. "So, how different? To-may-toe/to-mah-toe different, or more?"

"We're almost identical...but...we are different people...personalities..."

"Chalk and cheese? Maths and English/"

"Yeah..." Coco smiled slightly before blushing and looking down.

"Oh, so she not a fan of books and romance?"

"Not as far as I know...she doesn't seem to have the capability of romance in her..."

"Oh, love 'em and leave 'em? I did that myself before now."

Coco sighed, looking down.

"Cheer up. You read this one?" Dez asked, showing her the cover of the book.

Coco blinked and then nodded. "I think so..."

"It's sweet, isn't it?"

"You haven't finished it yet, have you?" Coco sighed.

"Already read it six times. I like the death. It's sweet. Romantic."

Coco looked down. "It...it's doesn't seem fair."

"I always figured she'd get a massive shindig at her funeral."

"I hated the sequel..."

"It was written for the money and the controversy, not for the joy of writing."

"It's bad writing. Almost as bad as Stephanie Meyer..."

"God I hate her. She amde Bella into a Victorian heroine with no mental capabilities whatsoever."

"Ugh...it's sick...I could probably write better than her and not get published!"

"Haha, I got turned down for my last novel request. It involved a lesbian threesome love triangle..."

"I'd never be able to show my work to anyone..."

(OOC: I have a crush on the guy who played Jasper in the Twilight movie... mmmm...)

"Haha, try reading mine."

(OOC: is it Jackson Rathbone?)

Coco twitched her nose. Thankfully this stranger hadn't got it.

(OOC: Yup! With blonde hair!)

Dez looked amused, reading the next chapter.