"ᴡᴀɪᴛ...ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴀɴᴄʏ ᴍᴇ?"
"ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴘᴀɪɴꜰᴜʟʟʏ ᴏʙᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ"
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇
Two people meet again years later thanks to a mutual friend and reconnect.
𝐎𝐑
Aquilah Jayde Watson is the childhood best friend of Harry Lewis, and when...
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𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐡 𝐩𝐨𝐯
Waking up, I had a pounding headache and my body was killing me. I went to turn over and stretch my arm out to feel the coldness of the empty half of my bed, only to hit something hard and warm, and hear a grunt. I had never sat up so fast in my life, causing my head to throb so hard I immediately fell back down. Turning my head slowly to my left, I saw a head of brunette hair and his face - a slight frown but nonetheless still soft looking - he was still asleep.
I pulled myself out of bed and went into the bathroom to shower and wash away the painful hangover. I got out of the shower, brushed my teeth and put my hair in a messy-ish bun. I put on a white tank top with a pair of straight jeans and a black belt. Entering my bedroom to see the bed now empty, I sit in my vanity and begin doing my skincare and makeup before putting on my jewellery. I quickly snapped a photo of myself and posted it to my story before going into the kitchen.
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I walk into the kitchen and smell chocolate chip pancakes and something burnt. As I walk around the island, I see Arthur flipping over a pancake and can see burnt toast in my bin.
"How did you manage to burn toast arts?" the boy jumped from shock and the pancake that was once on a spatula as now only half on the stack and half drooping off the plate.
"Jesus christ Lilee! Scared the actual life out of me. And for your information, I was too busy looking for chocolate chips because I remember you saying that chocolate was always a delicacy that you enjoyed when we watched our schools play football." I walked up to him and squished his face again in my hand,
"Fucking hell, you remembered me as if you have photographic memory." he mumbled something under his breath that I could only hear it being something like something you. I opened a cabinet and grabbed two mugs before putting the kettle on to boil and grabbing my tea bags containers.
"Pick ya poison!" Arthur fished his hand through the container like it was a lucky dip and pulled out an earl grey tea.
