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Y/n's POV

We pulled up to a small, white house. The flower beds are overgrown, but the grass was cut and the outside was clean. Her red front door stood in front of me. I took the knocker and hesitated. I knocked 3 times and then waited. Kylie swung open the door holding a paint pallet. She wore a black tee shirt, jean shorts, and cat stockings. to top off the look she wore space buns and a belt. "Hey Y/n! Long time no see. Why are you here?" She stopped and examined Ethan. Something clicked then and there. "Hello, Ethan." She opened her arms, motioning him to hug her. "Sorry, you might get some paint on you." She was always very artistic. She stated in 3rd grade when she drew an anime character for you. You entered her house, fully emerged in an artist's true aesthetic. "Are you ok? After what happened to Aunt Y/m/n?

"Yeah, I'm getting better. It's getting easier for sure."

"I'm sorry," Ethan budded in. "Kylie, you look way to young to live on your own."

"Well, Ethan, for your information, I just graduated high school. I'm 18, and I rent this place. I love it. Why are you here anyway?"

"I came down to see if Y/n was doing ok. We're neighbors in L.A. I kinda missed her." I smacked his chest.

I murmured in his ear "Don't say stuff like that, she's a shipper."

"Shoot. We're fucked, aren't we."

"SO." Kylie interrupted. "Are you two a couple, or...?"

"Oh fuck you. Fuck everyone, actually. Everyone assumes we're a couple."

"Then you're meant to be!" She was getting excited, obviously. You could practically see the stars in her eyes.

"You know I don't believe in "meant to be."

"Not you but Ethan might." She wiggled her eyebrows and laughed. I loved her. She was so funny.

"I love you." I said, talking to Kylie

"I love you too." Ethan and Kylie both said, at the same time. I looked at Ethan, he looked back at me, and then ran. "HOLY SHIT." She shouted. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ABOUT??"

"I don't know!! We aren't even dating!" The butterflies in my stomach were flapping rapidly. I felt sick, my knees were weak, and I was about to pass out. Then I did pass out, and I woke up in a hospital.

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(Word count- 414)

Sorry for another short chapter, I promise I'm working on it. I have school tho so :/


Love ya,

~Me

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