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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Just Friends - Virgina To Vegas

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It's 3 pm. Timmy and I had just finished school and were walking home, ready for lunch. 

My parents both work in planes, so it was pretty usual for them to leave for two days or so and be super busy all the time. Because of that, I was always the one who took care of Bella because my parents don't trust babysitters, but at least Timmy helps me. 

Today was one of those days where my mom had left at 5 am sharp, my dad would be leaving at five, and they wouldn't be back by tomorrow, which is Tuesday. (and no, I did not hang out with Preston or see him school all day today) 

Right now, we were walking on the busy sidewalk, heavy bags filled with books strapped to our backs, the afternoon sun shining light in front of our faces, and the thought of going home to food (and Bella) was the only thing we were looking for after school. 

"Wanna skip?" Timmy asked out of nowhere. "I feel like skipping." 

"Nah. You go skip, I'll hold your bag." I replied. 

Timmy shrugged off his bag and started skipping, going at a slow pace so I could keep up at my normal walking pace. 

I watched Timmy with a smile as he skipped like a little kid, the sunlight and a big smile on his face. Lots of people turned their heads as they watched him, but Timmy and I were used to it. Skipping was one of our favourite things to do as children, and it never mattered when we were little so why should it matter now? 

A bus zoomed by, blowing the chilly air onto my face and pushing my hair back. I shivered. Why did it have to be so cold? 

Maybe because it's winter, dumbass.

Yeah, that. 

"Wanna eat pizza when we get home?" I asked Timmy, trying to distract myself from feeling cold. "Sure. And you can give me bag now, it's probably weighing you down," he said, walking now. My teeth slightly chattered and I could feel my hands freezing. "Don't worry I've got it, you go skip," I replied. 

Timmy smiled and took the bag from me anyways, our hands brushing sending me electrical shivers all over my body, and I instantly felt warm after that. As we started walking again, Timmy had reached over to fix the bag strap on my shoulder, still walking, and his hand trailed down to my hand, which he held after lacing our fingers together as sneakily as he could. I bet he thought I wouldn't notice that because he just looked straight ahead and didn't acknowledge that at all. 

"You're holding my hand, you know that?" I asked. 

"I know. Does it bother you?" 

"No,"

Timmy smiled a big gummy smile. 

"Good. Then can we keep it this way?" he asked, looking at me.

"Yeah. Yeah, we can." I said, now looking straight ahead and failing miserably at trying not to smile.

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When we got home, Dad was ready with a suitcase just putting on his shoes, and Bella was playing with her blocks. I closed the door shut after Timmy, and yelled," Dad, we're home!" 

Bella shrieked and ran as fast as her legs would take her towards us. "Hi!" she said, wrapping her arms around Timmy's knees. 

Timmy smiled, crouched down, and hugged her back to which she accepted. 

I think my heart is going to die from all this cuteness.

Never mind, it's already dead. 

Dad chucked. "I'm going to have to leave now, Arabella's diaper is changed, all you need to do is feed her and give her a nap."

Timmy stood up and saluted. 

"As you wish, captain!"

"No, not you, Timothée, I meant Xana." Dad said.

"We'll both do it," Timmy said looking at me with a smile. I returned it. 

"Anyways, I'll be running late if I stay any longer, and traffic most likely might be tight right now," said Dad.

Dad enveloped me and Timmy in a hug and patted our heads. He then bent down, gave Bella a quick hug and a peck on her forehead, then was out the door with a wave. 

After locking the door, we went to the kitchen, Bella on Timmy's shoulders, giggling uncontrollably. "Xana!" she said and waved. "Be careful," I called out. "We are, don't worry!" Timmy said, big smiles on both of their faces.

I don't think my heart can take this anymore. 

Obviously, it's dead. 

Oh, shut up. 

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