Magic [W. KOURY]

five

Florida, United States
March 2, 2017 (Time Jump)

Ria's POV

"You know what?! I love you too, so much that I can't put it into words!"

"I love you so much that I can't even imagine something of the same amount!"

"This is by far the stupidest movie I've ever seen," I laughed.

"Agreed," Weston sighed. "Do you want to do something?" he asked me.

"Like what?" I asked.

"Let's..." he thought for a moment, then a twinkle seemed to appear in his eyes, "Let's make you an Instagram! Ooh! And a Twitter!" he said excitedly.

"I don't know Wes..." I said hesitantly, "You know I don't really want my presence known to the outside world..."

"It'll be okay, promise."

I gave in, and before I knew it, my phone was in Weston's hand and he was typing away.

"Alright Marriiiiiaa, your Instagram has gone up. Your @ is:
@/ria.anderson
and your twitter is:
@/mariadrake"

"'Thanks 'Wesley,'" I laughed, quoting my mother.

"Let's post your first picture!" he said jumping up and down.

"Okay!" I said. I whipped out my wand, and with just a flick of my wrist, I picked at photo in my gallery that I had thought of and posted it.

"How did you do that?!" Weston practically yelled. He was still holding my phone and appeared to be giving it a full inspection.

I laughed, "Magic Wes, Magic."

"You know what would be cool?" He asked, "If you could take us to a person, or bring a person to us," he said.

"I can take us to someone. Who is it you want to see?" I asked.

"Erin," he said sadly.

"Who's Erin?" I asked confused.

"My ex-girlfriend..." he sighed.

"Do you miss her, or..?" I asked.

"In a way, but, we didn't exactly end on the best terms... We told everyone that we did, but we didn't in reality," he replied.

"Oh, I'm sorry Weston," I sighed.

"It's okay. I just miss our friendship more than I miss our relationship, you know?" He smiled.

"I mean, I don't know relationships, but I know friendships, so yes, I understand. Let's go," I said grabbing his hand.

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We were soon in a small bedroom with a large tapestry on one of the walls. Under the tapestry was bed, where a brown haired girl sat on her computer.

"Erin," Weston said.

"Weston?!" She practically shouted.

"Hi," he said sheepishly.

"How? Why? Who? What?!" She exasperated.

"Ria. Because. Ria. I'm here to see you," he answered each of her questions.

"Um..." She said twiddling her thumbs.

"I just wanted for us to be friends again," Weston sighed.

"Oh," was all the girl said.

"So?" Weston asked.

"Wes... of course," and they hugged.

"I'll see you later," he said before giving me the signal.

We were then back in my room with a flash of light.