Chapter 19 | Bench

70 2 31
                                    

Hey guys!! So I'm warning you now that you might like Will after this! I know there needs to be more Heyimgrape! And I know you guys want them to kiss! I just want to see how long it will last without them confronting or kissing!

<3's from PuddingKoala
-=-+-=-=-+-=-=-+-=-=-+-=-=-+-=-

~Will's POV~

I still haven't decided what to do to Sean and Bee. Of course I hate it! I don't know if Bee likes Sean but I know that Sean does. I seem so selfish and desperate... But I just hate the idea of them together!! I know that Bee and I aren't together. But I miss the old days. Why did we broke up in the first place? Oh yeah..... I wasn't there when I needed her. I'm still not there for her. What's wrong with me? I still can't get over the fact that I threatened Sean. Why would I threaten my friend? Got dammit. I fricken hate myself. Where's the nice Will.....?

Maybe I need a walk. I mean, I'm already outside in the backyard of the cube house. I got up and walked towards the front of the house. It was early in the morning. I needed this. When I got in front of the house, I see this lady in front of our door. Wonder who she is... I ignore her and continued to walk forward.

I walk past this primary school. Or 'elementary' as they call it here in America. I wonder around the small vintage town. There were kids running around the town. They stopped by each small store that sold goodies. I went ahead and brought myself some chocolate. The chocolate here was sweet, very sweet. But good enough to be chocolate. Many more kids ran past me, they were happy. I wasn't. I was still thinking about Sean and Bee.

I heard a scream behind me. While holding my chocolate, I turn around and see a tiny girl on the floor. She was holding an ice cream cone. She was on her knees. I could see a melted ice cream flavor on the ground in front of her. Maybe she dropped her ice cream. She was crying quietly, but soon stopped screaming in fear. I didn't see a mother or father taking care of her. Or anyone. I went to her and knelt down to her level.

"H-hey you alright?"

She looks up with an upset face. Her cheeks were held up high. Her eyes were sparkling.

"........w-w-who are y-y-you?"

She started to cry. I didn't want to start a commotion.

"N-no! Don't cry! Here! Have my chocolate....."

She held my chocolate with her hand. She let go of her cone in the other. She ate a small bite of the chocolate. I could hear a giggle from her. Good.... I'm glad.

"Thwank you s-sir!"

I saw a smile. I was glad.

"You're welcome, little one."

She laughed. She slowly got up on her foot.

"You have a fwunny accent sir!"

Man, was she adorable.

"I'm British! I don't come here often."

She seemed interested.

"Wooooooow!"

I could see her dress all dirty. But really, where were her parents.

"Here, let's get you a new dress. Then we'll find your mom!"

She jumps up and down with excitement.

We went to a nearby children store where we can get her a new dress. I look at the back of her tag and see it's a size 5. I ordered her a new dress. It reminded me of Bee. It had sunflowers on the bottom of the dress. The dress was mostly white, but her collar was black. And of course, it had a Bee at the back. I kept the old dress just in case. I gave her a small grin, but looking at her dress reminds me of Bee so much that a tear comes across my eye.

Ferris WheelWhere stories live. Discover now