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I BET ON LOSING DOGS - MITSKI "My baby, my baby. You're my baby, say it to me. Baby, my baby. Tell your baby that I'm your baby."
:･✧ *:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧
2008.
LIFE WAS CONTENT. Life was good. Life was perfect. Willow had taken a year off of tennis, yet throughout that year she still helped Art train and practice. He had easily become one of the best.
At first, her father wasn't too happy or accepting of her decision, but he realized this was something she'd been craving for a very long time and she needed it.
Today was the first day she'd be stepping back into the court playing as her own person and not just being there to support Art. Though, it wasn't an actual match. It was just her practicing. It was just for fun. She was seeing if she still had it in her like she did a year and a half ago.
"Don't be nervous, it's just me." Art grins with his eyes crinkling. He tosses a tennis ball to her so she could serve first.
"Oh please, I'm not nervous," she effortlessly catches the ball with one hand and looks back at him over her shoulder.
Willow refused to be in contact with Patrick or Tashi. Life felt full without their toxicity. And Art respected that too, he'd meet them but he always made sure Willow was okay with it first. She didn't hold him back either, she understood that Patrick was once his best friend too and he couldn't just forget that like it was nothing.
Patrick and Tashi's relationship has been rumored to be rocky. There'd be moments they're in a screaming match then in the next second they're having sex. Willow couldn't fathom a relationship like that, she was content with Art being sweet and gentle and she never wanted that to change.
"You're going easy on me." Willows lips form in a straight line, "Pussy." She smirked. She had to provoke him in some way. And this always seemed to work.
"Me? A pussy?" He points to himself with raised eyebrows. She nods in response, squatting down to get ready for his serve. He lets out a low whistle, "Well you're in for a sweet treat, darling."
She giggled as he had a daring look take over his demeanor.
Maybe she didn't actually hate tennis.
Maybe it really wasn't as bad as she made it out to be.
