༻𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟐𝟎: 𝑷𝑶𝑷𝑼𝑳𝑨𝑹 𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳𝑺༺

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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ: 𝑩𝑨𝑫





𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑪𝑯. 𝟏𝐒𝐓. 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟑



𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑳𝑬 𝑺𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫 𝑶𝑭 𝑾𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑴𝑬𝑫 𝑴𝒀 𝑵𝑬𝑹𝑽𝑬𝑺 𝑨 𝑩𝑰𝑻, 𝑾𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑨𝑾𝑨𝒀 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑹𝑬𝑴𝑵𝑨𝑵𝑹𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑨𝒀𝑺 𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑺.

I was still thinking about Michael, and what he said.

Did he really mean it?

After around twenty minutes or so, I got out of the shower, putting the used wash rag in the bucket of towels and other things that were due for washing.

I grabbed the towel off of the sink counter, taking in its softness and the fresh, clean scent.

It felt strange and a little humbling to be here, surrounded by all this warmth and familiarity that wasn't my own.

Ayesha and her mom treated me like I belonged, yet I couldn't shake the feeling that I was intruding somehow.

I wrapped the towel around myself and opened the bathroom door quietly, peeking out to see if Ayesha was still around. She was back in the bedroom, looking for something.

"Ayesha!" I yelled as she turned around.

"All set?" she asked with a soft smile.

"Yeah," I replied, she walked over to me. She handed me a set of pajamas, something simple but cozy.

It was some grey shorts and a pink tank top, I took the clothes and went back into the bathroom, I dried off then changed into the clothes.

I walked out of the bathroom and walked into Ayesha's bedroom, I saw her setting up a sleeping bag, which was also pink.

"You say you hate pink but everything in here is pink." I teased as she flipped me off, "I already told you, I had an unhealthy obsession with the color pink when I was younger."

"I still think that obsession is still there," I muttered as Ayesha scoffed.

"Well, you can sleep on the floor if you're going to complain." she threatened as I put my hands up in defense.

"Okay, Okay!" I said as she put the sleeping bag in the middle of the floor.

"I only have this thing because I went to sleepovers a lot," Ayesha said, reminiscing on something.

"And Y/n."

"Yeah?"


"You don't have to worry so much, you know," she said, her tone gentle. "You're not a bother."

"H-Huh?" I asked as Ayesha finished setting up the bed.

"I noticed how you've been acting, we don't think of you as a bother, we are happy to have you over!"Ayesha said smiling as I smiled.

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