"Gwen, come on." Will pleads.
"I'm pretty drunk. I think I should just go lay down for awhile." I gesture to the door.
"Gwen, everyone here is drunk except you and me. You don't drink. You get sick off of every alcoholic beverage and I know you're just pissed at me." He smirks.
"Damn, you remember?" I ask sitting down on the couch.
"Gwen, you've been over at this house for 12 years. And I've had a crush on you for 10 of them." His eyes meet mine.
"Will, I love you." I whisper.
He nods. The gap between us gets smaller.
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Not Just One
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