𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥

mole.

"i miss.. my mom.."

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it's been two days since the rainstorm. i haven't really spoken much about it since then. she understands.

she didn't wanna pry at me, but i decided to let her in, just a bit. and as i knew she consoled me, and told me it was okay.

but i had to push through for her. for me.

"how're you feeling?" she asked, as she ran her hands through my hair. "like i need a damn haircut." i said," i feel like i'm growing a mullet."

"it looks great." she said," even though it does look like you have a mullet, i think you look great."

(here's what it looks like)

(i think it looks amazing.)

"you actually like it?" i asked," because i literally feel like... gross."

"i like it, suits you well, very well. now stop being a baby." she said, flicking me in the space between my eyes.

"ouch."

"that's me trying to bring out your common sense."

"well what if i dont like it after all."

"that's your decision to cut it off babe." she said, kissing my cheek," but i think it looks great."

i watched her walk the other way before i put my hand on my cheek, where she just kissed me. as always, she is kinda right.

maybe it isn't too bad.. i thought to myself.

my phone began to buzz in my pocket as i abruptly picked it up, "yo?"

" you busy?" he asked. but it sounded urgent like somethings up.

"me and araceli just started moving around, what's up?"

"can you get over here?" he said," like now."