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“I’m so glad we’re done for the week,” Michael smiled to me as we exited our lecture.
“I know. Hey, you wanna go and get something to eat? I’m starving,” I suggested.
“As long as I can have pizza,” he said making me smile and roll my eyes.
I drove, seeing as I’d picked Mike up because his car was in the shop, “you spoken to Blake lately?”
“No,” he said simply.
“So he’s not taking it well?” I asked.
“I wouldn’t know. It’s more of…I type a message then delete it because I don’t want to cave first,” he explained.
“So you still love him?” I questioned.
“Of course I do Luke. You can’t just turn off love. You can’t just make it go away. I still love him with all my heart but we just don’t have time for each other anymore and we were always fighting and I couldn’t take it anymore. Do you still love Ashlynn?” he said quickly and frustratedly.
“No,” I answered simply.
“You lucky basted,” he huffed and crossed his arms over his chest.
“What?” I chuckled.
“You’re not in love,” he said and pouted like a little puppy.
“She treated me like shit. Who could love that?” I asked.
“You,” he said with a cheeky smile.
“That was different,” I chuckled.
“Oh Ashlynn why do you hate me?” he said, trying to mock my voice.
“I know why she hated me,” I told him.
“It’s all because you thought she was perfect and wanted her attention,” he teased.
“Yes,” I said, not even trying to deny it.
“I miss her,” he said after a while of silence.
“Me too,” I sighed.
“How do you think she is?” he inquired.
“Probably not good. She did seem on the verge of a meltdown last time I spoke to her,” I admitted.
I pulled up at the plaza and we both got out. Mike dragged me straight to the pizza place and while he waited for his order I went and got some ravioli from the Italian place across the food court. I chuckled to myself when Mike stepped out of the pizza place confused and lost. I whistled as loud as I could and flagged him over.
“Is that Ashlynn?” he asked as he sat down.
“What?” I asked him in confusion.
“Behind you,” I discretely turned in my seat to see he was right.
She was with her mum, solum look on her face as she ate something off a plate. She looked pale and worn down. Most of all she looked sad. She looked up and I turned around in my seat.
“Busted,” Mike chuckled.
“Shut up,” I said and flicked his nose.
“Rude,” he muttered with a pout.
“Sorry Mikey,” I said with a sly smile.
“I don’t like you anymore,” he said then started eating his pepperoni pizza.
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Banter || Hemmings
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