If I Told You [Completed]

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Stephanie walked to the meetup spot, not walking too fast, but not too slow. She didn't want to be early, but she also didn't want to be late.

Before she knew it, she was at the meetup spot.

She spotted Sawyer. He was standing nervously, fiddling with his fingers.

She slowly walked up to him, tapping his shoulder once she got to him.

He raised his head and smiled at the sight of her. "Steph! You actually came." He eyes her up and down. "And you look very pretty today!"

She scoffed at his first statement and ignores the second one, "Did you really think I wouldn't?" She says, playfully, not intending to sound rude.

"I-well. I don't know. I half expected you to not show up." He says looking down.

"Hey now, I was playing with you! Don't feel bad." She says hurriedly.

He looks up again at her and smiles. "Really? Okay."

"Anyways, where do we wanna go?" Steph asks, excited about today.

"Well, I was thinking we could go to like McDonald's or something. Something basic." He looks into the sky, thinking.

She laughs. "Sure, why not."

Sawyer goes to hold her wrist, but Stephanie flinches and pulls away quickly

"Steph? You okay?" He asks, worried.

"Yah! I'm okay, why would I not be?" She says, waving her hands around to try to convince him. While doing so, her sleeves roll up slightly, revealing the bandages that lay underneath.

Sawyer, being the observant person that he is, immediately spots the white and grabs her hand to stop her movements. He hopes that it isn't what he thinks it is, he believed in her. He rolls up her sleeve slowly, revealing the bandages. He knows what it is right away without even thinking.

"Steph? When were you gonna tell me about this? You promised me?" He says, his eyes tearing up slightly.

"I know I broke the promise." She says as she looks down at the ground.

"Steph..." He says.

"I didn't want to tell you..." She stays looking at er feet that lay on the ground.

"Why?" He asks.

"Because I knew you wouldn't care..." She mutters.

"Who said I don't care?"

"But you don't...you don't care."

"Yes, I do. Steph, I do care. I care about you." He says, genuine.

"Not in the way I want you to." She says with a scoff. She turns away slightly.

"Now who said I didn't?" He says, pulling her back to face him.

"You don't," Steph says, turning away again.

He pulls her back again, whispering into her ear, "I love you, Stephanie."

He pulls her into a kiss, slow and passionate. The sparks flew, just like how everyone says it goes. The kiss just felt right, the way their lips slotted together perfectly and the way they moved in sync.

Auther here-bruh ight idk how to write kissing at alllll

He pulls away and repeats, "I love you, Stephanie."

edited me: never ever write kissing scenes again.