white on white [sequel] ✔️

t h r e e

Songs:

Love Is Love ~ TeamMate
Hello ~ Adele
Grace ~ Cyril Hahn
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The beauty below the forest..

Waking up in the winter at the Ballingers is comforting in many ways.

For one, the feeling of the cold air that sometimes seeps through the open doorways or that one crack in the ceiling mellows out the continual hot air blowing from the heater on the wall. Not to mention the warm sheets in which you rest, the sound of a light breeze hitting your window, and the smell of baking cookies in the oven a few floors down.

It took me everything to move from the warm white sheets on top of me. Groaning from the movement, I let my head fall back into the soft white pillow. How do people get up every fucking morning??

Smelling the cookies once again made me take the extra energy to stand from my soft bed.

Taking my phone off the charger, I saw I had five new messages.

Alfie
WE WON STATE 🎉

Mikey
do you want anything from the store

Zoe
I left your jacket on your chair and everyone is getting a ride back safely- get some rest connie bonnie 💜💜

Casp
JOE ASKED ME TO HAVE A SLEEPOVER WITH HIM WHAT DO I SAYYYY

Troye Boyee
I need to talk to you con

Replying to all the texts, I hesitated on the last. What could Troye want? Replying with a meeting location quickly, I locked my phone and got dressed into a green blue sweater and ripped black jeans.

Downstairs, I found Colleen and Ben making yet another batch of colorful and festive sugar cookies.

Ben was in hysterics with flour dusting his nose and coating his hair.

Colleen was also laughing with a good amount of the ingredient on her red apron.

"Con! You wanna decorate some cookies?"

Ben smiled at me through his teary eyes and reddened face that was still out of breath from laughing.

"Yeah no, sorry I need to see Troye, it's important."

Ben looked to Colleen and Colleen winked back.

"Just don't be gone long sweetie."

I nodded to Colleen and headed for the car. Getting a pair of keys from the rack and my permit from my wallet, I headed out to my destination.

Pulling out of the garage proved to be a struggle as I could feel the frigid air immediately hit the once warm Subaru. Rubbing my hand quickly against each other, I pulled out of the space and onto the empty street.

Plugging my phone into the aux cord and playing some coffee house music, I made my way through the connected roads that covered the expanse of La Crescent and was quickly in front of the place where I would meet Troye.