First Person P.O.V.
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I look back towards my other friends, all three gazes still on my conversation. "It's been a pleasure meeting you but my friends look like they want me to go back."
I swing my legs over the bench and get up. "Bye Y/N." Aris says in a not-very-noticeably-sad-tone. I could pick up the sadness in his voice, I wouldn't say anything about it though.
I quickly walk back to my friends; looking back only once to the quiet boy.
I sit back down onto the bench. Newt puts a hand onto the ash and sand colored table and says, "So, he's your friend now?"
I give him a questionable look. "Maybe." I shrug. "I'm not really sure to be honest with you."
Minho looks me in eyes. "Be careful with him. Alright?" I nod at his statement with a very confused manner and a dismissing hand movement. "Alright Min... I'll be careful."
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Quiet Ones//Aris Jones X Fem!Reader//
Fanfiction·Quiet ·qui·et ·ˈkwīət/ noun 1. absence of noise or bustle; silence; calm. "the ringing of the telephone shattered the early morning quiet." --- "What could you possibly know about love? The only person you've kissed is Thomas." "I know that you li...
