𝕸𝖀𝕽𝕯𝕰𝕽 | 𝖂𝖊𝖉𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖉𝖆𝖞

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖊𝖓

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"What in the 9 circles of hell is wrong with you?"

Aiyla looked up, turning her head to see Wednesday sitting down in the seat across the aisle and beside her row on the bus. She tried not to shift too much, lest wake the boy who lay asleep on her shoulder.

Xavier Thorpe.

The close proximity made her heart race, even though he'd already been in that position for 2 minutes, and it looked like he'd be asleep for the entire drive.

Aiyla rolled her eyes, "Have you seen Bianca's face?"

"You're not just doing this to get a rise out of her anymore," Wednesday declared, "You've been non-stop flirting for a month now."

"I can flirt if I want to," Aiyla hummed, "Plus, he's cute, and tortured artist is a type I can run with."

Wednesday stared, "What kind of outcast are you? You might not even be compatible."

"What type of outcast are you?" Aiyla responded.

"A seer," the Addams girl replied, in a duh tone.

Oh. I already knew that.

"So," Wednesday studied Aiyla, and the Demir girl tried to stop from shifting slightly, "What do you do beside make weapons?"

"I make arrows."

"That's not what I meant."

"I know."

To anyone else, it would seem like the two best friends were having a hostile conversation, like there was trouble in paradise - that anger was simmering beneath the surfaces of their blank stares and curt comebacks.

But to them, they could never have been closer.

As usual, they stayed silent after the initial conversation was over. Things were comfortable like that. They could enjoy the others' presence without the need to speak.

Aiyla turned her head back round, and her gaze fell on the boy whose head lay on her shoulder.

His soft, brown hair was out, and a few strands had fallen over his face. There was a strange tiredness etched on his face, as if years of pain and suffering were carved into his very skin.

Like the scars marring mine.

But instead, as he lay there, there was also a hint of relief that was evident on his features. The slight frown that was ever present on his face had completely disappeared, his breathing was even and relaxed.

She could hear his breathing, ever so slightly, as he slept - even through the loud ruckus of the bus, they were in a tiny bubble of peace.