This Life Of Ours

Chapter eight

It was Saturday. Time for resting or fun activities. Early in the afternoon, Clary opened her phone and gone to her messaging app.
CW: Girl OMG!!!! Me and Chris kissed last night!
AC: What?! Why did that have to wait 'til today?!
CW: This is private.
AC: uh, okay? Sure.
HL: What did I miss?
CW: Hayley! I kissed Chris!
HL: u sure he didn't kiss you? 😏
CW: I think we just kissed.
M: okay, someone really needs to remind me when we're talking.
CW: oh, hi Mari. Just scroll up.
M: wait, so you liked Chris. Why did no one tell me?
CW: oops. Guess I forgot.
M: well, you guys did look cute together.
AC: I know right?
HL: ugh, like, my otp.
CW: really?
HL: ever since you two started talking.
CW: oh jeez Hayley. That long?
AC: hey, How about you and Lucas?
HL: uh, I really don't know. He knows I like him, I think, but then...
M: you don't know if he likes you back?
HL: yeah.
AC: oh, we'll take care of that problem
HL: hey, whatever he says, don't push him or anything.
CW: awwww
HL: shut your mouth, Clar'
CW: haha, fine.

Clary closed her phone. She thought for a moment if she should talk to Lucas in the group's chat, the Anti-reacting squad, named after the action that must be followed in the question game.

Her phone lit up once again.

LC: Clary?
CW: What?
LC: I have a confession to make.

Clary raised an eyebrow.

CW: What now?
LC: I, uh, took a picture of you guys kissing and sent it to Hayley.
CW: What?! Why?!
LC: I mean, she does put you guys as her number one otp.
CW: ffs Lucas,
CW: just send me the pic please.

There was an icon that appeared, and she clicked it. Inside was, surprisingly, a really nice picture of them kissing, with a really nice blue, moonlit filter.

CW: wow, that's... that's really good
LC: whaaaaat
CW: but this is the last time you're taking pics of us.
LC: sure, sure

She closed her phone again, only to receive another message.

"What is it now, Lucas?" She murmured.

She opened her phone to see it was not Lucas that texted.

CH: Clary?
CW: I'm here.
CH: so, um...
CW: What?
CH: um... are you good?
CW: Yeah. Why?
CH: should we see each other or something?
CW: sure
CH: To the park?
CW: I'm good with the park.

She put on some cycling shorts and a big Wonder Woman shirt and told her mother she would walk her dog, a normal-sized, white and gray furred shitzu named Moira. She went and put a leash on her dog and proceeded to walk. She reached the park, sat on a bench, and opened her phone again. Her phone was receiving a video message. She opened it and in it showed exactly what was around her, but the point of view was from her back. She turned around and saw Chris.

"You're such a creeper!" Clary said, laughing.

"Sorry, sorry." Chris said, in small fits of laughter as well.

Their laughter died down, but their smiles were still there. They continued to look at each other. Moira looked at them both.