The Topper & The Tornado ️
But what if… deep down, the calm wants to be shaken?
Every day at school is like a new prank-filled mission for me. Whether it’s doodling on your notes when you’re not looking, or whispering “Hey, Mr. Topper!” just to see your ears turn pink.
And you? Still that silent, composed boy, never reacting much but now, you don’t avoid me.
You notice me.
One afternoon in the library, I sit across you, pretending to study, but actually peeking at you through a book.
You glance up.
I stick my tongue out.
You look away
But not before I catch that smile. That tiny, shy, heart-melting smile.
That was our beginning.
From then on, we become an unlikely team.
Me all spark and chaos.
You all calm and logic.
Lunch breaks where I steal fries from your tiffin
PT periods where I challenge you to race (and lose, but blame the sun )
Festivals where I drag you into dance rehearsals you never signed up for.
And one day, in front of the whole class…
I get punished for talking too much (again).
But before the teacher scolds me, you speak up.
“She was helping me… I asked her something.”
The class gasps.
The silent topper just lied. For me.
That was the moment…
I didn’t laugh.
I didn’t tease.
I just looked at you. Quiet. Grateful. Blushing.
Because the storm…
had finally touched the calm.
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Should I drop Part 3 soon? Or let the topper rest a little?
Let me know Tornado girl’s pen is ready! ️
dnt doo dare reyy leoo
