"I'll be back in ten minutes," I said, heading to the bathroom.
I came back to my room with a towel around my waist. Shreya was dressed in a t-shirt and leggings, tying her shoes. She left the room when I came in so I could get dressed. When I came out, I threw her one of my hoodies.
"You're gonna freeze your ass off in a t-shirt," I said.
"Thanks," She said, putting it on.
We walked to a small park across the street from my apartment building and we threw around the football.
"You've got a pretty good arm, Blake," I said to Shreya.
"You're not too bad yourself, Barzal," Shreya threw me the football.
My arms got tired after a while, but Shreya never wanted to leave.
"Mat, I'm gonna leave tomorrow," She told me.
"Really?" I asked. "I thought you had the whole week off,"
"I do, but I have some stuff to do back at home," She said.
"What time are you going?" I asked.
"I booked a flight for noon," She told me.
"Okay," I said.
"I can't believe this weekend is about to... you know, end," She said.
"I know," I said. "It feels like it was just getting started,"
She sighed but forgot about it when she made a sweet one-handed catch.
"Did you see that?" She asked, smiling.
"What a catch!" I said.
We got home around seven and I made some dinner while Shreya was in the shower.
"You hungry?" I asked as she came out of my room wearing one of my t-shirts.
"Always," Shreya said, sitting down at the table.
"Is that my shirt?" I asked.
"Yeah," Shreya said. "I ran out of clean clothes,"
I took the pizza out of the oven and waited for it to cool.
"Pizza!" Shreya looked at the pizza like she was going to marry it. Then eat it of course.
I cut the pizza and Shreya took a slice. We watched Gossip Girl during dinner and even after before we got tired.
I fell asleep to the show and Shreya poked me to stay awake.
"Yo, Shorty," She whispered. "Look,"
She pointed at the computer screen.
"Chuck and Blair?" I said. "I did not see that coming,"
We turned off the episode after that because I was getting tired. I wanted to watch more, but I was too exhausted.
Shreya and I woke up at eight the next morning. I made breakfast before she packed to go home. I drove her to the airport and we said goodbye.
"Bye, Shorty," She smiled.
"Bye, Stupid," I gave her a hug.
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Together Again II Mat Barzal
أدب المراهقين"I'll wait as long as it takes, Bela," I told her. "I could never love anyone as much as I love you,"
