Pretty in Plump

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HeLLo :)

I was kind of sad that I didn't have a concussion because I figured William would give me another kiss if he felt bad enough.

I was contemplating making myself fall down the stairs again, but then I figured that be a bit too much.... even for me.

Nonetheless, while I was in the shower-

Contemplating how William looked when he was in the shower 😏

-I had a long time to think about how I should react to William and his kind gesture when I went back upstairs. I knew I had to tell Bethany about my dad, if the whole town didn't know about it already. Plus, I needed to do homework. I also thought lunch sounded disgusting right now but that could just be because I'm still not breathing right and my stomach hurts.

So I'd still go to lunch with William, if only to look at his glorious face.

Speaking of faces though, I decided to do mine before I went upstairs because obviously I needed a little work. While I was doing my face I heard music start upstairs. I smiled a little, and then I heard a loud scraping noise which could only mean William was moving the furniture.

Making room for you to do the-

What the heck was that boy doing?

I shrugged it off, knowing I'd get an answer eventually, and besides... I liked surprises.

When I got myself to a level that I deemed decent, I began to find the outfit that again would look like I didn't try but I still put in effort to not look like a potato. My face was still a bit red and I couldn't tell if it was from the run or the shower. Eventually I decided on jeans and a sweatshirt.

Screw looking nice for boys.

I found myself humming to the tune of whatever William was playing as I came up the steps. My feet felt like lead by the time I made it to the top of my stairs and my legs were shaking but it was fine- right? I was only super out of shape.

My body begged me to sit down but my organs wanted water. I rolled my eyes and opened the door to see William had shoved my couch to the far side of the room and put up a wooden thingy that artists put a canvas on. You know... those things?

An easel, you dipstick?

Anywho, I glanced warily at William and he just beamed as if he were about to show me the greatest creation of his life. My throat clogged and I let out a graceful, gritty cough to ruin the mood before I quickly apologized while I was wheezing. William laughed at me and handed me some water.

He's so frigging sweet, isn't he? Marry him.

I thanked him by squeezing his shoulder, but it must've been too hard because he grimaced. William didn't say anything though, instead he led me over to the couch and told me to sit. Immediately my heart started pounding.

If he tries to draw me-

Like one of his French girls

-I will flip a lid.

"Umm, William, what is it exactly that you're trying to do?" I inquire. He smiles and rubs his hands together.

"We are doing homework." He says.

"Math?" I ask. He grins, his little goofy one that makes me smile.

"Of sorts. I'm going to be calculating things.... angles and stuff like that." He smiles again and I realize he's smiling waaaaay too much for him to not be drawing me.