𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐖𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲

𝟒𝟎-𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

𝓠𝓾𝓲𝓷𝓷

I have officially gotten the okay to go see Della. 

Her mom messaged me two days ago telling me she was allowed visitors and I told her I would be there Saturday, which happens to be today. 

Currently I am getting dressed, I decided on a pair of high waisted light wash jeans and a long sleeve white tee shirt. 

It should start to get warmer soon so I can finally ditch the long sleeves. 

"When is your driver getting here?" Poppy asks as she laces up her shoes. 

She is going to spend the weekend with her parents. 

"Michael should be here in about five minutes." I tell her and she nods. 

"Do you know what Jordan's up to this weekend?" She asks and I blush hearing his name. 

Our weekend together was something I will never forget. 

Once we finally left the bedroom Friday night or more like Saturday morning we had pizza. 

The next night Jordan had cooked something he learned in culinary class sophomore year. 

It was amazing and then after that we ended up doing some things we shouldn't on the table.

Oh and the counter, and the couch, the shower, on the floor.....

Let's just say by the end of the weekend I was tired but it was well worth it. 

Every moment I got to be with him is like a dream.

"He's staying here with Cas." I tell her, "Hey speaking of Cas how are you two?"

"Still friends." She says dryly, "I think you might be wrong, he doesn't like me."

"Sweetie." I laugh, "I am never wrong."

She lifts an eyebrow in challenge, "Oh really. What about when I told you Jordan had a thing for you?"

"That's different it involved me, this doesn't."

She rolls her eyes. 

My phone buzzes and I see it's from Michael letting me know he's here. 

"Say hi to Della for me." Poppy says and I nod before grabbing my bag and leaving. 

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The walls are a pale blue. 

I think that was the first thing I noticed as I was led down the hallway towards the common room where Della is. 

The visitor pass was clipped to the front of my shirt, I hope it doesn't stretch the fabric. 

"Right through here." the woman I learned was named Margaret says. 

She opens two double doors and I am brought into a spacious room. 

There is a couch and three tables in the room. Some books scattered around and I notice a the table by the huge window is a curly brown haired girl. 

She's looking out the window, she's wearing a dark blue sweater and cotton pants. 

I make my way over to her and sit across from her at the table. 

"Della." I say softly and her head whips to look at me. 

Her brown eyes are duller than I last remembered and her smile barely meets her eyes.