typical

xxviii

[ chapter 28 ]

may 24, 2022
10:30 p.m
brooklyn, new york

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ARIANA arrived in a shorter time than she said. The thought of her rushing around to come see me was cute. I sort of hoped that was the reason behind her early arrival.

She came at 10:15; her and my friends have been talking since that. The most interaction I've had with her since she got here was a pretty long hug and some greetings.

I was making myself a sandwich and getting Ariana and I a drink. My friends would be showing themselves out pretty soon here.

i love em to death, but i just wanna be with ari right now

Every time I peaked into the living room, I'd notice how light everyone's face looked. They'd share smiles and even laugh together. It felt good to see everyone I cared about so much getting along well.

Sometimes, I would look and Ariana would be looking back at me. Whenever we made eye contact, she would smile or bashfully look away. I sent her a wink a few times but I just couldn't wipe the smile off my face.

It's been a crazy few days, emotions got mixed up and misinterpreted. However, there's one thing that was there for sure throughout the whole thing. Love. It was obvious that I absolutely adored my best friends. But no matter how I looked at it, or whatever excuse I tried to make, I'd always love Ariana.

It's kinda crazy to think how fast everything happened. I mean, I've heard the 'stories' and I'm well aware moving fast was Ari's thing to do. Clearly it's no different with me but I'm hoping we could maybe make things last.

There was just something about this girl. The way her brown hair flowed effortlessly when it was down or how well-kept it looked when it was up. She didn't wear her signature long ponytail much anymore. I liked the real hair look.

God, her natural hair is something else.

Her big brown eyes that twinkled in every lighting and would crease when she had a big smile.

that smile

It lit up her whole face. The cute dimples and smile lines that would poke out from her cheeks while she flashed her pearly whites. Her pink lips that were always full and soft-looking. The gloss made them pop — I've caught myself mindlessly staring at them countless times.

Her cute button nose and the way she'd scrunch it up and make different faces whenever she saw-had-smelled something she did and didn't like.

God, she's so fucking beautiful.

"Y/n?" I jumped, a gasp of surprise involuntarily escaping my lips. Unfortunately, I was cutting down on iceberg lettuce and wasn't watching what I was doing. I managed to chop my finger, effectively cutting into it no more than a couple inches deep.

"Aw, fuck!" I grumbled, hissing at the immediate pain while I instinctively moved towards my paper towels and then the sink.

Ariana had gasped herself, watching in horror as I ran around and tried to heal my already-bleeding wound.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry. Shit. I'm so sorry, Y/nn." She began to apologize profusely. I shook my head, holding my hand out to her in a way of telling her to shut up.