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In between: A weird busy week before the last, and most important, therapy session.
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Wednesday
The next day at school, me and Carrie are in the café, having our usual muffins and coffee chat.
"Your eyes look different," She observes.
I laugh, "What do you mean?"
"Like they've changed color or something," She laughs.
"Well they do that, what color are they right now?" I laugh.
"I can't tell," She laughs. I laugh.
When I'm at my locker grabbing my things for math, I smell him. And then he's right next to me.
"You scared me!" I laugh when he pops up.
"Sorry," He laughs.
I laugh as he just stares at me.
"They're teal," He just says.
"What?" I laugh.
"Your eyes, they're like a dark teal," He smiles.
I laugh, confused, but he just smirks and walks away.
I smile, feeling myself blush, like all of a sudden I'm embarrassed and nervous about Drew looking at me.
Later on, I'm in the library during a class for a project, with my whole class.
I'm getting a lot of work done, making a little magazine type thing about Morocco for history, when I hear Drew coming in.
Of course, there are no empty computers until he sees me.
"Anyone sitting here?" He asks.
"Nope," I smile at him quick, while typing, and go straight back to what I'm doing so I don't lose my train of thought.
Once he sits, I'm distracted.
By his smell, by him right next to me, by me thinking about him, by me looking at him out of the corner of my eye, by how much I miss him.
We're both quiet for a while, until he's talking to someone next to him. Not loudly, but since I'm right next to him, I can hear them.
Then he says something funny, and I naturally laugh. He hears me and turns to me, but I try to pretend it wasn't me.
Suddenly, like Drew is, he has the whole row of computers laughing, along with me, and no more work was done by all. Plus we get in trouble for being too loud in the library. Woops.
It seems no matter what anyone tells us or what anyone does, we'll always find our way back to each other in some way or another.
And I think it's going to stay like that.
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The boy next door
General FictionThey were best friends and like childhood sweethearts growing up. As they went through the awkward middle school stage, they kind of lose touch. But when they get to high school, they realize that they are kind of still sweethearts, in a way. And in...
