⏤͟͟͞͞☆ GUT FEELING. ⏤͟͟͞͞☆

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{ CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO. }

GUT FEELING.

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Y/N POV:
Billy and I finished doing our research, for today. And now decided to sit, and talk.

"We did a lot, today. I'm pretty happy for what we've accomplished!" I say, smiling. Billy nods,

"Ya! You're right." Billy smiles.

"Billy? You in here?" Looking to the side, I see Billy's mom enter the room.

"Yes, you are! Oh? Hey, Y/N! Nice to see you," Nodding, I wave.

"Yup! Decided to hang out here, for a bit. I'm about to head back home though, actually." I say, getting up.

"Alright. I'll drive you back to yours," Billy's mom offers, kindly.

"Oh, alright! I don't mind."

"Let me put on my shoes! I want to tag along!!" Billy yell's,

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Arriving back to mine's, I unbuckle my seatbelt.

"Thank you, Mrs. Showalter! Have a good night!!" I say, getting out of the car.

"You, too!!" She say's. Billy gets out of the car, as well. Walking me to the front door. Knocking, we both wait patiently.

The door then opens! Only to reveal....Gwenny.

"Hey, Y/N- Oh?? Hey, Y/N's boyfriend!!" Gwen say's. Causing me to curse in my head, mentally. Billy laughs, waving hello.

"Hey, Gwen! Came to drop Y/N off."

"I see. Thanks for bringing my sister back home, safe." Gwen reply's.

"Of course! Well, I better get going. It's getting late, and Y/N need's her sleep. So, bye!" Billy say's, taking a couple steps back.

Nodding, I say

"Bye, Billy! Have a nice night!"

"You too, Miss!" Billy smirks, walking off.

Gwen look's at me, with a cheesy grin. Rolling my eyes, I walk inside.

"Oooh~!"

"STOP, GWEN....!"

Finishing delivering the last newspaper, I continue pedaling forward. Alright! That's the last house. Now it's time to take Rover back home.

"C'mon, boy! Let's get going." Rover bark's, continuing to follow me.

It was pretty empty here at the neighborhood, today. Usually I would see kids outside, walking to school. This time, there was no one.

I was completely alone.

A van than randomly appeared, parking at the side of the road. Thinking nothing of it, I continue pedaling.

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