Dear, Bunny

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W I L L O W

I'm half asleep and half awake, I was sure it's early in the morning, far to early to get up and I was enjoying just resting my eyes in bed. When I finally woke up Bunny was still asleep.

The only sound heard was her soft breathing, the slight rise and fall of her chest. I examine how peacefully she slept, wanting nothing more than to curl up into the curve of her body.
But I let her lay there, snuggled up in her sheets.

I scooted closer to her, watching as she's sleeping. This went on for awhile until she slowly woke up. "Sorry for staring..."

She slowly smiles—jerking up by the soft knocks on the door. "Come in,"she calls softly, clearly still sleepy.

Her expression soften as Gabriel opens the door slowly, smiling as he saw that we were up. He walks in a little more, leaning against the wall beside the door frame.

"Any chance you want to go out for ice cream later today? Get out of the house for a little bit?"

"Yeah that would be great." Bunny and I agreed.

"We'll be ready in half an hour,"he tells us before shutting the door behind him.

After my turn in the shower I dried off before changing into a yellow crop top stuffed into a denim black skirt. I brushed through my short, curly black hair before stepping out of the bedroom.

The car ride was a bit too long for my enjoyment. Bunny was busy texting away on her phone and the only sounds heard was my brother and Gabe being perverted towards each other as if we weren't in the back seat.

It was a bit after eleven, not even noon yet and we were getting ice cream, not that I was complaining at all, I love ice cream.

"So how did you sleep?" Will ask me as he turns around to me and smiles, as if it was a pleasant surprise to see me, like I wasn't here the entire time. I didn't mind though. He looks cute in his maroon shirt and ripped black skinny jeans. His silky black curls were neatly brushed through and his ocean blue eyes copied mines. We're definitely identical.

"I slept pretty good," I tell him. He smiles to himself, his eyes still on the road as he held onto Gabby's hand—who to is fiddling on his phone.

I slowly put mines down glancing over at the hottie next to me. She's wearing a light blue, lace halterneck top and matching shorts, white heels, and her hair is down in beautiful well-defined loose curls.

"So what kind of ice cream do you like?" She looks over at me. Finally I have her attention.

"A traditional, homemade vanilla,"she answers. "What about you? What's your favorite?"

"I like vanilla, but chocolate is better."

"Chocolate, yes. Chocolate ice cream, no. Vanilla is better."

"No Chocolate is way better! It has more flavor,"I respond stubbornly. I watch as she held in a laugh as I try to explain, "It has more of a rich, creamy taste to it. Vanilla is a bit plain like, it doesn't have that mouth watering feel to it."

When I made that comment about her vanilla that's when it begun to get real. This went on for a while, the both of us starting arguments trying to convince the other that we were right and they were wrong.

I of course was more into it than she was but I think she kept it going as I was entertaining to listen to go off about chocolate ice cream.

"Both are good, now will you two shut the fuck up!" Gabe groans whilst causing us to laugh.