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eighteen

I HAVE LOVED YOU SINCE WE WERE 18

HOW IS EVERYONE DOING

To be more clear, in this book:
Michael: 20
Ashton: 21
Calum: 20
Luke: 19

josephine
sunday, five days after

Michael and I walk down the street of Oakwood Ash and go window shopping.

"Damn, Jos! You could totally pull that off!" Michael exclaims.

I turn my head to see what he's going on about, just to find out he is talking about a tight ballerina dress. I immediately blush and turn away. In the distance, I see a leotard and smile.

"That's perfect for you," I say to Mikey, and then I giggle.

He laughs and smacks my arm. I pout but then break and laugh again.

I see people staring at me and I start to wonder why; was there something on my face?

"Michael! Real quick, is there anything on my face?" I whisper-yell through my teeth.

He stares at me for a long time, and I begin to pull out my phone, but then his hand pushes my hand back down.

"You're fine," he whispers. My eyebrows raise in confusion, but I let it go.

We continue walking and decide to go into the frozen yogurt parlour and get a cup.

I smile big and take a deep breath once I see how many options there are.

Strawberry, vanilla, chocolate, blueberry pomegranate, cookie dough, cookies and cream, Greek yogurt, pistachio, mint and cherry. So many options.

I grab a large blue cup and fill it up with strawberry, blueberry pomegranate, greek yogurt, and cookie dough. I sprinkle on coconut shavings, and pour some mango poppers on top.

"Wow! I didn't take you as a blueberry pomegranate type of girl," Michael says. I smile and walk to the counter to pay. "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" I say. I turn around and see, in his hands, two receipts. "What--I didn't even weigh it!"

"I guessed around 0.5 kg, ha!"

I put it on the scale, and there it was--- 0.5 kg-- bright, vibrant numbers on the screen.

"You're good," I mumbled.

He smiled and we sat down. Suddenly, I hear a snap! And see his phone facing me.

"Cute," he starts, "gotta remember this." Then he shows me his phone and it's a picture of me digging in my froyo.

"Take that off! Don't post it! Delete that!" I yell, a bit too loud. I cover my mouth and try to grab his phone. Unfortunately, I'm smaller than he is and Michael easily puts it out of my reach, and laughs at my misery.

"You're so adorable! Let's leave that up. Maybe Luke will stop being so sour when he sees this picture," Michael utters.

I roll my eyes and continue my froyo.

But, a familiar feeling rushes over me and I get nauseous.