roommates; solangelo

033

It had been a week and now I had to go and tell Hazel about the dick head living down the hall. I had thought about my decision for awhile and I knew it was for the best. She would want to know, and it would be up to her to meet him. 

I walked out of Will's room, Will was already making tea getting ready to drive over half an hour to go work with his mom, he was such a mama's boy and it made me love him more.

"Going to tell Haze?" Will asked as we walked down the steps, hands intertwined.

"Yeah, I was going to ask her if I could bring her lunch and we ate at her shop. She agreed and I asked her what she wanted, she said McDonald's, I said 'that sounds great' then she said 'see you then,' and then we said bye and now I'm going to Uber to her store for lunch, so you're going to have to eat alone," I tell my blonde boyfriend as we finally approach his stupid ass truck.

"That's fine, good luck," Will laughed, cranking the truck as I buckled.

We drove in pretty much silence, we were both too tired to carry on a regular conversation. Will dropped me off at Bailey's, and then left to go to work. I walked in and everyone was doing their jobs, so I quickly got started on mine.

At lunchtime, I took off and grabbed the McDonalds and then Ubered to Hazel's.

She was working on a very impressive ring when I got there, she continued until she could get to a stopping point, then gestured me to the back room. We ate for a while, I asked how much she was making off that ring, she said a number that blew my mind.

We then started talking about the future, she said she wanted to have a kid in the next year, but didn't want to rush the marriage and that they were still young, I simply said that their children would look adorable.

She asked what I would want one day, I said I didn't know. She then wriggled her eyebrows and asked if I saw myself with Will, which got my mind thinking, and I imagined waking up next to Will every morning, we would hopefully have kids, two or three, we'd be living in a house, one similar to his moms probably, definitely move out of New York.

Then I thought about growing old with Will, his blonde hair turning grey, he'd still have his stupid blue truck, even if it didn't work. We would binge TV together, and then I looked at Hazel and blushed. Damn it, she was good.

After talking about the new season of Voltron, I decided to get down the whole reason I planned the lunch thing. 

"What I'm about to say, I'm sorry for not telling you a week ago when it happened,"

Hazel looked at me skeptically but didn't say anything.

"The other say, Will punched our father," I stopped for a second. "I yelled at him, but not enough to stop him from wanting to meet you, if that's what you would want,"

Hazel looked down at the fry she was about to eat. "Bastard," She mumbled. I had never heard a rude word out of her mouth before then. "He's such a bastard,"

"I know," I said. I hated the look of sadness and anger that washed over my half-sister's face, but I was glad 'bastard' wasn't directed towards me.

"How did everything go down, if you don't mind me asking,"

"I don't mind at all," I started. "First, he lived four doors down from my apartment basically the whole time I was there,"

Her jaw dropped.

"I know," I replied, also still shocked. "Then when we were approached in the hallway, we being Will and me, I didn't know who he was, but Will noticed immediately, and punched him. Nothing too bad, but we had to bring 'em in, and then we yelled, and basically I told him I didn't want a relationship with him, at all,"