when we were in the pasta aisle, this old woman with a cane and sunglasses approached us while i was looking at pasta
"are you the boy that-"
"no" troye said shaking his head, then me grabbed my arm and pulled me in the opposite direction of the woman
"can we please leave"
"what was that?"
"can we just leave, please"
he looked so anxious
"okay let me just get my pasta first"
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beach boy
Fanfictionjacob's family owns a house on the beach, but this boy always comes over
