"Do you think we're soul mates?" She asked, lifting her head in order to lock eyes with him.
It took him a moment, mustering up his answer. Thinking about how they were so alike, but so different. How they had been through similar things and had th...
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LEGACY DAYLION HENDRIX MONDAY EVENING JANUARY 2nd, 2023.
"WE SHOULD'VE STAYED the second week huh." Knucks muttered softly, using the brown crayon in her hand to color the tree of the picture in the color book.
"I mean, I'm cool either way. I had fun though." He admitted which was something he didn't expect when he first agreed to go back to Georgia with her.
"You know what I'm so grateful for?" Knucks looked up, locking eyes with him since he was already staring at her intensely.
He had been studying her, and how she made different weird faces while trying to focus on coloring inside the lines. He found it intriguing in his own way.
"What?" He questioned softly, glancing at the picture she had been working on. The two of them were seated in the library, taking advantage of the fact that no one besides the librarian was in there since it was break.
"That we both from Georgia. What if you was from cali or something." She blurted making him smile.
"If I was from cali we probably would've never even met. The butterfly effect is a real thing," he informed her. She loved how much he was interested in random things. Even things like time travel and stuff. "I would've probably never even got sent here. I may have been doing a real sentence in juvie or jail." He reminded her.
"Your so right. That's so scary to think about. Our life would be totally different. That's the same thing as if what if we never got put in the same class, or I never went adventuring around the school the night we met." She continued.
"Mmcht, don't even think like that. If you would've never came out there my ass would be gone." He muttered, reaching for a dread on his head to twist around his finger.
She gasped smacking him upside his head. "Don't fucking say that shit no more." She warned him seriously.
She couldn't even stomach the thought of him actually overdosing like he planned that night.
Now that he was her bestfriend she couldn't imagine what life would be without him. "Okay okay, I'm sorry. I was just saying." He muttered softly, seeing how much it bothered her.
"If it make you feel better I ain't even really had no suicidal thoughts since then." He informed her trying to lighten the mood a little. He hated to be the one who put her in a sour mood.
"Well, that's good I guess. What was even wrong that particular day." She questioned trying not to be insensitive when it came to that.
"Man, believe it or not it was because I was back here. I love it here for real but the thought that it was my last year here was doing something to me. This my escape to get away from my parents. Then I just started thinking about my home life, and how I felt unwanted everywhere I went, and said fuck it." He explained making her heart throb.
