"My eyes are my favourite part of me - not for how they look, but for how they are." - Chris Sebastian
DEDICATION: This one goes out to astetik, for being so supportive of me and this story. I can't thank you enough, darling! <3
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"This is Westerden Op-"
"Hey, could I ask you a minuscule, teensy-weensy favour?"
"It depends on what it is, doesn't it, Miss Retina-the-asker-of-impossible-favours?"
"Pretty please with a sushi on top?"
"When did you become a Fletcher? Does this mean I'm indirectly dating Fletcher? Holy shit, the bromance is coming true!"
"Er, did you just say dating?"
"Huh? Did I say dating?"
"I'm one hundred and peanut percent sure that you did."
"No no no! I meant- erm- skating! Ice skating! Woo, slippin' and sliding all over the place!"
"What?"
"What?"
"Do you not realise how sexual that sounded?"
"And who are you to lecture me on my use of sexual innuendos?"
"Because I'm your pretty little Retina?"
"A says bitch please."
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Eye Drops (#2)
Short Story"This is Westerden Optometrist. What are your symptoms?" "For starters, my eyesight has been super blurry and distorted, and this problem is starting to screw up seventeen-year-old life. Speaking of which, you sound kind of young for an optometrist...
