𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ( 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘵ø𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘢𝘴 )[ DISCONTINUED ]

xlii.

SATURDAY
12:34 a.m.
nova on the right
alinna on the left
brady in the middle

"hi!"

"hey! *laughs* you actually
brought starbucks. thanks."

"no problem."

"mmm, this may just be
the best white chocolate
mocha frappe i've ever tasted."

"*laughs* that's because
the twenty four hour
starbucks is the best one
in the world."

"yeah it is."

"...do you like herman?"

"what? where is this
coming from?"

"i talked to herman. he
said that you told him you
liked him. yet you told me
that you didn't. so explain
please."

"i really don't want to talk
about this right now."

"well i do. something's up
with you and i really think that it something to do with herman."

"it's been a really long day can
we please just talk about this
some other time."

"no we can't talk about this
some other time because
knowing you there will always
be some 'reason' you don't
want to talk about it."

"ali..."

"just answer the question.
do you like herman yes or no? or answer this. what's wrong? what is it that you are not telling me or anyone?"

"..."

"..."

"...i don't want to talk
about this right now."

"...okay. fine, fine. well,
how about you call me
when you do want to
talk about it."

"alinna!"

[ ten minutes later ]

"nova?"

"..."

"are you okay?"

"no, brads, i'm not...and i
haven't been for a really,
really long time."

"come on lets just go inside."

"*nods* alright."

//

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