Chapter Thirteen: Welcome to my Obsession
"why'd you have to go and
make things so complicated?
I see the way you're acting like
you're somebody else gets me
frustrated."
~ avril lavigne
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M O N I C A
I felt like it was a well known fact that I'm a runner. I knew that and accepted it as my fate.
So when my mind finally settled on the idea that Meredith was here, in Lake Wisken, I rounded the booth and sat next to Liam. Normally, I wouldn't shove my hand in another guys pocket, but not having any clear thoughts, I grabbed his wallet from his pocket, threw ten dollars on the table before standing up.
His eyes widened but didn't pull away when I tugged his hand forward. He followed me without another word as I guided us to the hall next to the booth, walking out the emergency exit.
Probably realizing I didn't want to talk, we ended up walking to the lake and sat in the same spot I'd seen him in June.
For the rest of the week, I managed to successfully avoid her, with the help of Liam. He'd kept me distracted and busy, and it came to the point I forgot she was back—until he left, that was.
It was Thursday now. We had a week and a half until September arrived, and I had no idea what exactly my plans were. So instead of dwelling on the idea, I stepped into the backyard with my spray paint and alcohol before getting to work.
Since I was craving something strong, cold and tasty, I made myself a long island iced tea at noon. Because why the fuck not, right? It's five o'clock somewhere.
Fuck, I sounded like an alcoholic.
I wasn't intoxicated, but I drank enough that I'd begun to feel something. Since I made more stencils last night on my cricut machine, I put them into good use now.
"Thank you very much," I heard a voice chirp behind me just as I reached to pick up my long glass, only for it to be ripped out of my hand.
My head snapped to the side, an instant glare being directed to my brother. He smirked down on me with amusement as he chugged the rest of my drink—which had been half empty. "Fucker. Go make me another one."
"Don't be an addict, Monnie," he teased, setting the glass down on the drop cloth surrounding me and the canvas.
I snorted. "Says you," I retorted. "What's your beer count for today? Twenty-five?"
He grinned. "Twenty-five," he repeated teasingly, and I instantly knew my immature brother was thinking about that episode from Spongebob.
"You're so annoying," I mumbled, looking back to my canvas before plucking out the dark brown shade of spray paint. I started getting back to work, but since I hadn't heard the sliding door open and close, I knew Chris still stood behind me.
Feeling annoyed, I dropped the can next to the canvas in exaggeration before using my hands to spin my body around from under me. I sat on my feet while my knees dug into the ground, staring at him with annoyance. "What do you want?" I deadpanned, seeing him staring at me smugly.
I caught a flash of movement behind him. Tilting my head slightly to the side, I noticed as mom leaned against the sliding door warily, dressed in a casual pale blue dress that ended by her knees.
Deciding to ignore her presence, I looked back to Chris with a sigh. "Chris—"
"Guess who I saw in town," he said, grinning widely. The expression instantly made him look ten years younger.
I rolled my eyes when I realized he wasn't continuing. "Who, Christopher?"
"Meredith!" He laughed, pushing his hair back before crossing his arms. "Why didn't you tell me the little monster was back?" He asked, using the nickname he gave her all those years ago. She had been an energetic child, which Chris noticed immediately since his first impression of her was her jumping on our couches.
Feeling uninspired, I turned back to the canvas and began to shove the cans of spray paint back into the bag before standing up. I left the canvas drop cloth on the floor since it needed to dry.
Once the canvas was in my hold, I made sure to keep it flat so it could dry the way it was applied. I was in front of the sliding door moments later and mom moved away instantly, giving me a chance to open the door with my free hand.
"Why are you being weird?" I heard Chris call out. A groan left me when I realized he followed me inside the house and into my room.
Lying my canvas on my dresser, I turned, crossing my arms. "What do you want to me to say, Chris?" I asked with a sigh, feigning exhaustion despite my body being stiffened. "It wasn't like you liked her."
"She turned hot," he smirked while I leaned against my desk. I resisted the urge to clench my fists. "I like her barefaced."
I scoffed, feeling suddenly defensive of my former best friend. "First off, she's looked the same since she hit puberty at fifteen," I stated obviously. "Second, never tell a girl that."
"I already did," he smiled mischievously. "To Sam last night. I got laid by the end."
"Well, not everyone is like Sam," I deadpanned out before straightening. "You're an actual idiot."
He rolled his eyes with a smirk. "Thanks, sis."
"Bye, bro," I said with narrowed eyes as I pointed my finger to the door. "Leave now, thanks."
He grinned again, and I couldn't help but feel frustrated. "I'm good here, thanks," he sang as he plopped his ass onto my bed, it bouncing from his heavy weight a moment later.
I kept my glare focused on him, but when I realized he wasn't planning on leaving, I cussed. "Fuck this," I muttered to myself before shoving my sweatpants down, exchanging it with shorts. Chris didn't look at me as he lied back on my bed, rambling on about a dream he had.
Once I was dressed, I returned my paint and stencils back to its place before dropping my bag into my closet. I stepped toward the exit a moment later, but before I moved out of my room, I looked over my shoulder and forced out a large fart, just for him. "Enjoy the aroma," I called out before walking out of my room.
The last thing I saw before I turned the corner out of my room was his eyes widening before he scampered off my bed. I didn't bother to hold in my laugh as I stepped into the family room, seeing my horribly built coffee table.
Well, it wasn't exactly built. It was still a mess on its back, the legs not even straight.
I chose not to dwell on it as I stepped outside, only to stop in my spot when I saw a police car parked on the road, in front of my neighbours house. My brows furrowed just as the driver's door opened. Moments passed before I noticed that it was Xavier, who was now walking toward me in his uniform.
Just as he was stepping closer, I looked back to the car and saw a body sitting on the passenger seat. I assumed it was his partner, Ronen, before looking back to him. I was startled when I noticed that he stopped just a few feet from me, idling on my driveway while his dark eyes pierced mine. "Hey," he said, his smile wavering.
I nodded once in greeting. I'm pretty sure that whatever I was expressing on my face was noticeable because he sighed, walking closer a moment later. "Guessing this isn't gonna go back to how it once was?"
"This?" I raised my brows as I crossed my arms. "Was? We never had anything, Xavier."
He clenched his jaw. "I apologized for what I said at Sophie's party," he clenched out, but I could have laughed. He actually thought that was the reason that I've been different with him.
"Xavier," I drawled out slowly as I stepped closer to him. We had a foot or two between us now. "I don't care what you told me. I don't care you've been forcing yourself into my life, again, after I got back to town. Hell, I don't even care that you went behind my back and took Chris to Sophie's house."
His brows were drawn together in confusion. "Then..."
I was seriously tired of repeatedly explaining myself. "We were never friends, Xavier," I sounded like a bitch, but it was true. And I sure as hell knew that the truth fucking hurts. "Why bother now when I'm leaving soon anyways?"
It was a few moments until he focused on my eyes again, this time with clarity as he clenched his jaw. "You can't just go through life without making relationships with people, Monica," he stated with confidence. "We have some history."
"I'd rather not," I laughed, but it sounded inconsiderate in my ears. "Close relationships just result in people getting hurt."
He didn't say anything so after a few moments, I rocked back on my heel, wanting to change this fucking dreading topic. "Why are you even here anyways? Have you quit being an officer and enrolled yourself as a stalker?"
His shoulders seemed to sag, grateful at the change in topic. "People are worried about the recent break-ins, so I'm watching out for your street."
"Break-ins?" I mumbled, furrowing my brows as I watched him nod.
"Yeah," he drawled, looking down the street while I inhaled sharply. "Are you heading to Clover's cottage up north this weekend?"
When I focused back to his eyes, I snorted. "Do I look like someone who would get an invite?" I asked before adding, "Hell, do I look like I'd even go?"
He shook his head, smiling grimly. "No, but she invited me and a few other guys from our grade, so I thought she was doing a high school reunion thing."
I laughed dryly. "She probably just wants to get in with you guys." My phone rang in my shorts pocket, so instead of waiting for his reply, I pulled out my phone and read the notification.
My lip quirked to a small smile when I read Liam's contact name. Hey, Bangs.
Hey, Triple, I texted instantly, only to see the text bubble appear a second later.
Anything worth being happy about today?
Not so far, I admitted, feeling my lips widen into a full smile as I stared at my screen.
Tsk, that won't do, he replied, but another text from him came moments later. When's your next day off?
Tomorrow... why? Is this the part in the story where you kill me?
Not yet ;), was his answer.
I knew you killed women!
"You're smiling," a voice pointed out, bringing my attention back to reality as I looked up, seeing Xavier stare at me with curiosity. "Wow."
I felt my phone vibrate with a notification in my hand, but I just straightened my back as I stared at him blankly. "I guess I'm a newborn, because I don't see how a smile seems so surprising."
"Cause you never do it," he deadpanned before dropping his gaze to my phone. "Who are you texting? Are you and Kevin talking again?"
A nasty snort left me as I crossed my arms. "Yes, we have fallen madly in love once more. I'm actually pregnant with his child," I spoke sarcastically, but when he dropped his eyes to my stomach, I exhaled loudly. "I'm fucking kidding, Xavier."
He laughed with embarrassment as he itched the back of his neck. "I knew that," he admitted sheepishly before dropping his hands. I was about to look back to my phone—since I felt it vibrate with another notification—when he smiled. "I'm stopping by the diner tonight for pancakes. You're working, right?"
For fuck's sake, this man doesn't have a single clue. "Yes," I drawled, shaking my head before looking away from him. "I'll make sure it's ready with a side of syrup, rodenticides and cyanide."
"Sounds delicious," he smirked before stepping back. "By the way, getting close to people don't always mean it ends in heartbreak. You may find someone who gives you the opposite."
"A whole vital organ?" I drawled out, but that only made him roll his eyes before he walked back to his car.
I waited until he was inside before looking back to my phone, smiling with amusement as I read Liam's message. We ended up texting back and forth until I stepped into the diner.
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L I A M
Let me guess: you're doing surgery on a grape, was her response when I asked her to guess what I was doing.
Close, I had teased.
Two grapes?
Three.
#GrapeLivesMatter. I'm starting this trend, Trip. You've abused your power as a male.
Do what you gotta do, Bangs, I had typed up, and I couldn't help but smile when I read what I added under. But if you gotta do anything, do a grape.
SHAME ON YOU, LIAM BELKIN. I'm telling your mother you're soulless.
Our topic on grapes managed to shift after a few exchanges, and I couldn't help but re-read them with laughter. Monica had swift replies that were amusing to say the least.
I was leaning against the wall, close to the open garage. I'd been reading through our texts earlier today for the last ten minutes, for no reason at all. I knew she was at work now, so I hadn't bothered to try to talk to her now. She kept her phone in her locker, I soon discovered after we started texting.
"Oh, shit son!" A voice shouted, startling the fuck out of me.
My back straightened as I pushed myself off the wall, glaring daggers at Ronen, who was strolling on top of the gravel before stepping through the open garage. I quickly locked my phone and shoved it in my back jeans pocket before wiping my hands on my pants.
"I live to see the day that this fucker is actually taking a break from work," he grinned once he stood in front of me, crossing his broad arms over his chest. He wore his police getup, which he bragged that he got many girls wearing.
"What the fuck are you doing here, Ron?" I rolled my eyes. Choosing to keep myself busy, I walked toward the car I was almost finished working on.
When he didn't answer the first few moments, I looked away from my toolbox and noticed him grinning, both his dimples were obvious as hell since he shaved his jaw until there wasn't a hair in sight.
"I can't visit my best man?" He responded teasingly.
I clenched my jaw with annoyance as I looked under the hood of the car. "Cyka blyat," I mumbled under my breath.
He sucked in a breath, making me look up to see how his hazel eyes were narrowed to the ground, a hand pressed against his chest. "I'm not a fucking shit, Lee," he gasped dramatically, but when he saw my glare, he stopped the act and laughed. "Sorry, shit. What crawled up your ass and died?"
Ronen didn't know much Russian, but I knew he was familiar with my cusses, since I used them a lot throughout high school. He wanted to learn how to swear in another language so I helped the guy out.
I regretted that now.
"Seriously, what the fuck do you want?" I asked again, crossing my arms as I leaned against the car I'd been working on. I wasn't wearing a shirt since it was hot as fuck today. If the sun would have been out today, I would have been fried.
He sighed with a pout. "I wanted to visit my homie," he said before cracking a smirk. "How's Monica, by the way?"
My body reacted to his words before my mind did, stiffening beyond belief as I clenched my fists. "What do you know about her?"
"Well, I've obviously seen you around together," he snorted, leaning against the wall across from me. "I'm not an idiot."
"Debatable," I spat.
Instead of retorting, he stared at me with a sad smile. I couldn't help but think about Liz. Her smile, how her long blonde hair blew in the wind when she slipped her head out the window to laugh.
How she looked in the hospital, moments before she died.
Ronen must have known what I was thinking because I suddenly found him in front of me before he dropped his hand on my shoulder. "Lizzie would want you happy, Lee," he mumbled, looking to the floor with a frown.
Fuck this. "So, you want some coffee?" I asked, changing the topic as I moved to the coffee machine near the door leading to my office.
Ronen's eyes were clouded with emotion as he narrowed his eyes on me with determination. "Liam, don't start."
"Start what? The machine?" I asked, pointing to the coffee maker.
He rolled his eyes before walking up to me again. "Are you and Monica dating?" He asked, making me suck in a breath as I straightened my back again.
"We're hanging out tomorrow," I explained vaguely, keeping my expression sober as I did so.
He nodded once, but I could see his excitement. "She's hot," he smirked after a moment.
I had an overwhelming almost of anger in that moment as I glared at my best friend. "Don't," I surprised myself by saying—hell, by even feeling the emotions I did.
I couldn't feel this way. I couldn't.
"She is," he laughed. "When I first met her," he whistled, "fuck."
My jaw clenched, almost painfully now. He noticed and threw his head back before howling out a laugh. "Your face! Shit, man," he chuckled before focusing back to me. "Chill out."
"Fuck off," I said before making him face my back. I started pouring myself coffee while hearing him move around.
When I turned back to him, he was leaning against the other car closest to me. "So you finished any projects?" He asked, quirking a brow.
"No," I grumbled, walking around him so I could go back to the car in front of the open garage.
He groaned loudly, and I heard his steps follow me. "What about that one you've been working on the last week?"
"No," I repeated, turning my head to the side, meeting his expected gaze. "I didn't finish anything."
"Okay. Maybe next time you work, I'll lock you in a room and won't let you out until you finish," he offered, grinning widely now. "It'll be great. I won't even feed you!"
I rolled my eyes. "You're a great friend, Ron."
"I know," he said condescendingly just as the walkie talkie on his shoulder went off. His demeanour instantly changed as he reached upward, pressing the button before mumbling some words into it.
I let him do his business, but was also thankful for him being distracted. Ronen could get determined when he wanted.
He ended up walking outside the garage, entering back in ten minutes later when I finished up on the car. "I have to head out," he yelled, which I responded to with a quick thumbs up.
"Deuces!" He laughed before his footsteps on the gravel sounded faded as he walked away. The sound of his car going off came seconds later before he drove away.
I took out my phone from my pocket and saw that it was six o'clock. I technically close shop at five, but I always worked hours after that. Now, though... I didn't have the energy to do so.
Thoughts of Liz tormented me, but then I saw her pale green eyes. Monica's.
Her smile was imprinted in my mind, along with her sarcastic jokes and humour. How her bangs never seemed to change each time I saw her.
Deciding to burn some of my stress, I stepped out of the garage and closed up before hopping into my pick-up truck. It wasn't long before I parked in the first empty spot I could find, walking through town until I got to my gym.
I saw Mel's in the corner of my eye, the white, pastel pink and blue restaurant was hard to miss. Despite the lack of sun outside, the diner made up for it tenfold. The lights inside made it easy to look through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Monica wasn't hard to spot, since she was one of the few who wore the pastel yellow dress, along with a small apron around her waist. It looked fucking amazing on her, if I was honest, but I knew she'd disagree if she ever heard my opinion.
It was a few moments later when I realized I had been frozen in my spot, fully facing the diner across the street with my eyes glued to her. Her hair was swept in waves, her bangs covering most of her forehead.
When I saw her smiling politely at her customer near the windows, I sucked in a breath without thought. I forced myself to look away and walk past the few building before stepping into my gym.
With Meredith back, Monica was a mess. I knew what she'd done to her, but while I was lifting weights, I couldn't help but wonder what else could have gotten her to the way she was.
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M O N I C A
"Oh, my God," I breathed out when I stepped out of my house. The glistening, see-through cup with the beautifully crushed ice was enchanting, along with the caramel coloured liquid inside.
My body moved on its own, separating the distance between me and the iced coffee, feeling a pull from the beverage. It wasn't long before I was a foot away, reaching for the cup.
Only for it to be snatched back.
I glared at the owner of the hand who prevented me of drinking my addiction. Only, I noticed how he had been smiling at me with amusement, which paused all thoughts about hurting him.
Only for a moment, at least.
"Hello to you too, Bangs," he muttered, chuckling under his breath as I tried to reach for the cup, which was now above his head as he held it high.
"Hi, Trip," I grumbled, now leaning forward so our chests pressed against each other. While he stiffened, I stepped on his feet so I could reach for it. When Liam laughed in response to my efforts, I concluded that me stepping on him wasn't painful.
Sighing in defeat, I stepped back and crossed my arms as I stared at him with annoyance. I was currently dressed in light wash, ripped jeans, along with a ribbed and cropped tank top. My hair was a mess around me, but my bangs thankfully lacked frizz. "What do you want in exchange?"
"Your soul," he joked.
"Don't have one," I retorted, attempting to reach for the drink again. Once I failed, I groaned loudly. "Take it, take it all. I need caffeine."
He chuckled again before handing me the drink, and I nearly cried with relief before nearly drowning myself internally with the liquid. "Heaven," I sighed once I drank half of it.
It was a few moments later when my brows furrowed, tasting the flavour I typically enjoyed in my coffee. "You put hazelnut?" I asked, turning to him with my lower lip pursed.
He shrugged, leaning against his car. "It's your obsession, isn't it?" He said, reminding me of the words I used to describe my drink with the creamer. "I stopped by the coffee shop and remembered how you liked it."
I offered him a smile before taking another sip of the coffee, but I couldn't ignore the flutter that controlled my heart. I already felt the caffeine running through my veins, most likely.
It was Friday now, also known as the day Liam asked to hang out—as friends, of course. Only he could have made me willingly wake up at ten.
"Come on," he said, tilting his head to his black pick-up truck. I didn't say anything else as I quickly rounded the car, opening the door for myself before sitting inside the air-conditioned vehicle.
While Liam was getting himself comfortable next to me, I quickly lifted the air vents upwards so it wouldn't be blasting on me. "You cold?" He asked, already dialing down the pressure of the breeze.
"Not yet, but I don't want it aiming on me. I'd be freezing by the end," I told him.
He nodded with understanding while putting the gear to drive. "I'm always really hot, so I don't realize that it's probably cold in here," he chuckled, but I couldn't help but clench my thighs when I heard the beginning of his sentence.
Because he was hot. Gorgeous, beautiful, stunning. With his eyes and bronze hair, Liam was erotic in the best ways. His personality definitely helped his cause.
Without thinking, I reached forward and grabbed the black baseball cap on his head, which made my attention instantly on his tousled hair. Just how I remembered, it was styled with several layers and slightly shorter on the sides. His eyes snapped to mine in surprise, so I grinned before plopping the large hat on top of my head.
"Cute," he commented as he shook his head. When he looked back to the road in front of him, I looked over his side profile before tilting my head.
"So... where are we going?" I asked, looking to the empty street. The only thing I saw were trees on either side of us and a never ending road. "Fuck, you are gonna kill me. You're taking me deep into the forest, aren't you?"
He laughed before shaking his head. "You're safe for now, Bangs," he drawled before looking at the now empty cup in my hand. "Satisfied?" He smirked, quirking an amused brow in my direction before looking back to the road.
"Very," I grinned, doing a little hop on the seat. Sometimes coffee was better than alcohol.
"Happy?" He confirmed, and I found myself nodding.
For the next fifteen minutes of the car ride, we went back and forth, either talking or sitting in comfortable silence. I was enchanted by all the trees around me, so for the last few minutes, I had just been staring outside.
When he parked the car on the side of the road moments later, my brows crashed together in confusion as I looked around our surroundings. "Trip, where are we?"
His first response was a smirk. "Come on, Bangs," was all he said before he stepped out of his truck. I stayed in place for the next following seconds until I heard him shuffling things around in the truck. Since he had a cover for the truck bed, I couldn't see what he was doing.
Curiosity got the best of me so I slipped out of the car. Just as I'd done so, my eyes widened when I saw Liam a few feet from me, holding a damn picnic basket in one hand, and a blanket in the other. "What the fuck?" I blurted out with a smile. "What's in it?" I asked, closing my door quickly before jogging in front of him.
He slapped my hand away playfully when I attempted to open the lid. "Patience is a virtue," he reminded me.
I rolled my eyes. "Do I look like a saint?"
He stared at me dead in the eyes, void of emotion everywhere on his face except his eyes. "You look like an Angel," he said softly before walking around me to lock his car.
Not knowing what to say, I said nothing. I followed him through the woods, at times keeping my eyes down so I wouldn't trip. It was about twenty minutes into the walk when I saw him stopping. Just as I was about to ask why we stopped here of all places, I looked over his shoulder and gasped.
A small but glimmering pond was just a few feet from me, the small amount of sunshine reflecting on it perfectly. Around it was covered in flowers and plants. Some had even grown as high to wrap around the trees, making the scene in front of me look like something out of a fantasy novel.
The grass was strikingly green and long, and I admired how the large stones near the pond shined beautifully.
"Oh my..." I had no words, my eyes looking over every aspect repeatedly.
My body had its own mind as I walked to the flowers growing, only for my nose to be hit with its sweet smell. "It's so pretty," I mumbled, looking around the pond once more.
When I turned around, I faced Liam, who had been watching me intensely. I sucked in a breath when I saw his full lip quirk while he brushed some of his hair back. "Ready to eat?" He asked, tilting his head down.
I looked to the ground and saw the blue and white plaid blanket on the floor, with the picnic basket open. I snorted out a laugh when I saw what was inside. "Nutella sandwiches?" I asked in confirmation as I looked back up to meet his eyes.
The first thing I saw inside was several sandwiches, and a few other things under.
He responded by grinning at first. "Well, I gotta do my job as any sane American citizen and get you into Nutella."
"You're not American," I drawled, which only made him grin.
"I know I'm Russian, but I immigrated here when I was five, so majority of my life, I was in America," he explained before raising his eyebrows. "Therefore, I'm American, too."
I raised my hands in defeat. "Alright, alright. But you have to try peanut butter," I told him, but instead of responding, he pulled out a sandwich for himself.
"Already ahead of you," he smirked while I shook my head with laughter.
While looking around our surroundings, I couldn't help but press my palms against the blanket. I leaned back enough so I could really take in the view.
"How did you find this place?" I asked after a few moments, not looking away from the flowers.
It took a few seconds before he cleared his throat. "After I lost Liz, I hiked... a lot," he forced a laugh. "I stumbled upon this place two years ago, and since then, I kept on coming here."
I glanced in his direction, which was when he continued. "I know you like flowers, so I thought you'd enjoy it, too," he admitted sheepishly as he fiddled with the bag that had protected his sandwich.
My heart thudded in my chest, but I made sure to keep my expression sober as I nodded once. "I do," I said slowly as I took a deep breath, recalling several memories.
"I used to go to a tulip field," I surprised myself by admitting. Now it was my turn to avoid his gaze as I looked to my lap, fiddling with the hem of my shirt. "Every summer before dad died. Both my parents took me, and just the thought of flowers bring me to a... a happier time, I guess."
He hadn't said anything at first, which made me close my eyes. I remembered how the isles of tulips looked. The colours, the smell... just how beautiful it was there. The memory itself was beautiful, because both of them were there. My parents.
Suddenly, I felt Liam's warm, large hand cup my cheek before he inched my head upward. I met his strikingly blue eyes moments later, realizing how he had shuffled closer until his knees were brushing against my thighs.
His lips parted and my eyes dropped to them, sucking in a breath when I realized how much I wanted him to kiss me. I hadn't remembered the last time I ever felt that urge.
Hell, I don't think I ever felt this way with Kevin.
"Monica," I heard him mumble with groan, making me gaze into eyes a second later. Both of us simultaneously sucked in a breath, but just before I could even think about leaning in, his hand snapped away from my cheek.
I swallowed thickly as I watched him push himself away, clearing his throat in the process. "We... we should eat, right?"
"Right," I choked out before clearing my throat as well. "Yeah, we should."
I had no idea what to feel right now, but I knew in that moment, I wanted to continue feeling him.
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let's just pretend I'm not
hours late in posting <3
reading week is boring and I'm
sad and I just want this to stop
(and what is this I am referring
to? everything)
I hope you all are staying safe
and are staying awesome.
I'll see you in the next one
lovelies xx
(ps, if you have a nickname
for monica and liam, share it!
cause I'm coming out blank)