| at chris' house |
"How long more?"
"Don't complain now. It isn't my fault you're lazy as fuck."
"I've actually been doing the work."
"Keep telling yourself that."
"Look how much of the homework I've done!"
"With my help!"
"Yeah...yeah."
"..."
"Shall we stop now? I can't be bothered to do more."
"Yeah, I guess."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"Holy crap. It's nearly 7:00."
"Wow, you've been here for three hours straight."
"I think I'm gonna go now."
"Where abouts do you live?"
"I'm not telling you, you creep."
"You know where I live. It's only fair if I know where you live."
"..."
"And how the hell am I a creep?"
"You just are."
"Riiiight."
"Anyway, I'm off."
"I'll walk you."
"Why?"
"Because I have legs and legs are used for walking. Why else?"
"That isn't a valid reason and you really don't have to."
"But I want to."
"Fine. Let me just text my friend, before the signal gets shitty."
"Why do you need to text your friend?"
"I just do."
"You can do that later. Let's go."
"Wait a second."
"Willow!"
"What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing."
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Short Story❝Hel-❞ ❝Dad? How is she?! I would come now but-❞ ❝Chris...it's Willow.❞ ❝Oh, shit. Sorry. Wrong number.❞ + (not worth reading at all, i don't know what my 15 year old self was thinking writing this tbh, it continues to be up for me to reminisce) #26...
