wrong number

twenty-three

i could feel his warmth spreading from him when he came and stood next to me. we were standing in palpable silence, shoulder to shoulder, unable to break the tension. waiting for someone to speak.

"hi,"

i stared at him in confusion, my eyebrows furrowed. but i played along,

"hey,"

"you look beautiful today,"

i blushed and thanked god that it was night time because if it was daytime; then he would surely see my tomato red cheeks and heated up ears. i get flustered really easily, goddamn i hated it.

"you don't look bad yourself,"

he smirked and looked at me straight in the eyes. i gasped and turned away, in the corner of my eyes i could see hurt flash through his face but it changed a second after. i can't look at his face. it brings so many bad memories. the memories that i tried to push back. sometimes i forget that he is tyler.

"look, i know that you don't want to see me. but do you want to play scavenger hunt with me?"

my eyes doubled their size. is he serious?

i screamed in joy and hugged him out of nowhere.

"oh my god! i love scavenger hunt!!"

"so is this a yes?"

i realized that i was giving him a bear hug out of blue but i didn't play scavenger hunt in years. and here he is, offering me to play one of my favorite games.

he stiffened under my arms but then i could feel him relax after sometime. he chucked and hugged me back. we stayed like that for awhile, my head resting on the crook of his neck and his face buried in my hair.

for a second, i forgot that i hated him.

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aWEE THIS IS SUPER
CUTE I LOVE MYSELF
FOR THIS CHAPTER!!

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