I'm Yours

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Flynn's POV:

"You look beautiful," I say, admiring the gorgeous girl in front of me.

From her long blonde curls that bounce effortlessly whenever she walks, to her ocean blue eyes that shine a warmth like no other. Her soft pink lips, to her dark long eyelashes. Willow is beautiful.

No, she's beyond beautiful. There is not a word out there to describe Willow Skyes, with her bizarre, and forthright personality. I mean she's her own person. No one, even if they tried, could ever come close to being as extraordinary as her.

"You're so random," she blushes, swatting the air around her. "Like we were talking about cats. And then you... you know... I don't even know. Stop talking," she says, burying her head into a throw pillow.

"I know, but I just wanted to tell you that you're beautiful. I didn't think you'd get flustered," I grin.

"I-I'm not. You're just so annoying," she says, now throwing the pillow at my head.

I smile at her, my hands reaching for her leg to pull her closer to me on the couch.

"What are you doing?" She asks.

"I just want you closer to me," I say, moving her legs, and placing them up on my thighs. "Is that okay Ms. Skyes?" I tease.

"Yeah, that's fine," she says, biting her lip to stop from smiling. "Just stop saying shit like that," she blushes.

"Okay fine. I will only tell you lies and call you ugly from now on," I say, running my hands up and down her legs.

"Whoa whoa wait. You don't need to go that far," she says, putting her hands up.

"You really are something," I laugh. "I—"

Ring

Ring

Ring

My mom?

"Flynn, are you gonna answer?" Asks Willow, oblivious to who's calling.

"Um... Nah, I'll... um, sorry no. I'll call back later," I say, putting my phone on the side table.

"Are you alright?" She asks, looking at me with worried eyes.

"I'm fine Willow, um... I'm fine," I lie.

"You really gonna lie to me right now?" She says, still looking at me with worried eyes.

"No, I just... it's my mom. I don't know why... um, I'm sorry," I say, lowering my head.

She then moves her legs off me, before sitting right beside me, resting her head on my shoulder. Willow then takes a hold of my hand, caressing the back of my hand with her thumb.

"Flynn, why do you think your mom is calling you?"

"I don't know. Probably wants me to come home."

"If she calls again will you answer?"

"I-I don't know. I... I feel guilty because I don't want to hear her voice again. I don't want to hear her lies," I admit. "Is that mean?"

"Fuck no!" She insists. "You mother, no offence, is a fucking bitch. She's done nothing to earn your respect, so why the fuck should you answer her."

Willow then takes a deep breath before giving my hand an assuring squeeze.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to swear," she says.

"It's okay," I chuckle, kissing the top of her head.

"But seriously Flynn, you don't owe her anything."