Back To You
I cut him off, closing the distance between us, hugging him, he hugs me back without hesitation, and my eyes get Misty, fuck.
"Cute." I hear, and I reluctantly let go of Will as I face Willa, who is holding a plate of Pasta and Fried Chicken, typical Willa.
She seats, placing the plate on the table. Will and I sit. I stare at them, unbelievably, I'm finding it hard to believe this is real.
I stare at Will, his gelled hair glistening, he probably emptied a whole container of gel, his brown eyes finds mine, this is real. My attention drifts to Willa, her pink hair, grey eyes and sarcastic smile.
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