The Revenge of Ty (MaBill)

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Bill laughed. "My advice? About what?"

I sighed. "It's about Mabel."

Bill frowned. "What about Mabel?"

"I'm changing, Bill, and I don't know why. It's like she's affecting me in a good way." I felt weird for saying that.

"Well Mabel does have a good effect on people. Look at me. We're dating now." Bill smiled.

"I don't know if I like it or not." I looked down.

"That's exactly how I felt too." Bill said, "but Mabel showed me that it's a good feeling. You're turning into a good guy, Ty."

I was so lost. I'm a good guy? Did I like that? Yes. No! Yes! UGH! I'm so confused...

"I can see you're having a tantrum in your head." Bill chuckled. "And let me tell you i thought the exact same things. But you'll learn to love it, dude. Trust me."

"Why are you helping me?" I asked.

"Because I'm a good guy." Bill said.

"But I'm so horrible to you." I frowned.

"It's called forgiving." Bill said. Hm. Sounds like something Mabel would say.

I looked up at him. And I smiled. "Thanks dude. I have a warm feeling and I think it's good."

"Would this good feeling release Mabel?" Bill asked causally.

"One step at a time." I stopped him. "She's mine for at least another week. Then we'll talk."

Bill groaned in frustration. "Can I see her?"

"I don't care." I shrugged. "Just be gone in two hours."

"Thanks, Ty." Bill smiled.

(Mabel's pov)

The door creaked open a bit. I immediately turned my head, expecting Ty to come in. But it wasn't. It was Bill!

His smile warmed my pounding heart.

"Shooting Star!" Bill grinned.

"Bill!" I jumped off the bed and into his arms, kissing his lips.

Bill immediately kissed me back in a romantic way. Bill's kisses were so gentle, so sweet, unlike Ty's...

We stopped kissing and gazed into each other's eyes. His eyes are so beautiful.

"I missed you." I hugged him.

Bill wrapped his arms around me. "Me too."

I don't know why but all I wanted to do was kiss Bill. And I did. Bill and I closed our eyes and he put his hand on the back of my head, pushing my head closer to his.

After a minute we sat on the sofa. I laid my head on his shoulder, he kissed my forehead.

"So how is Ty treating you?" He asked, petting my hair the way I like it.

"He's treating me...differently." I honestly answered.

"How?" Bill asked.

"I don't know how to explain it..." I shook my head. "He's just...nicer to me."

"Shooting Star," Bill looked into my eyes. "I think you have a special power."

"Oh? And what's that?" I smiled.

"Making people happy." Bill smiled.

I smiled before we kissed again. All I wanted was right here.