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“Wichita?”
“Wichita.” He shook his head.
“Who just moves to Wichita like that?” She shrugged.
“Someone out to ruin my life, probably.” Park snorted.
“So are you gonna live with your aunt and uncle?”
“I don’t have much of a choice, do I?” Park didn’t say anything. “Trust me, I’m open to suggestions.”
“You can come live with me.” She smiled warmly at the ground, a chuckle escaping under her breath.
“I wish it was that easy.”
“Why can’t it be?” Park said, putting his hand firmly on her knee. “You don’t deserve to have to go from house to house like that.” He struggled to get her to look at him. “Move in with me, Eleanor.”
“Seriously?” She looked up into his eyes, the light from a hidden sun dancing in her irises. “What kind of chick-flicks have you been watching while I was gone?”
“What do you mean?”
“That line?” She turned herself in his direction. “It’s terrible. I expected something along the lines of ‘come to the Sheridan side’ or ‘the grass is always greener in the Park’.” He tightened his grip on her knee, the laughs now racking through him nearly taking him clear off her stoop.
“That was worse,” he said between gasps of air. “Much, much worse.”
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“Hey can I ask you something?” Park toyed with her bracelets.
“You just did.”
“What did you mean by the letter?” Her brow furrowed and her eyes flickered to his knees.
“Letter…?”
“Yeah. You sent me th—”
“Oh.” She shrugged. “Exactly what you think I meant.” He shot her a look.
“Wow, uh, lemme see, what meaning can be hidden under the three vaguest words in history?”
“Is that even a word?”
“Don’t change the subject.” She looked at the ground guiltily. “Seriously. What in the hell was even going through your mind?”
“I just wanted you to stop.”
“Stop what?”
“Just stop.” He buried his face in his hands.
“How is that supposed to correlate for the lack of time we were together? And what if you were pregnant?” She laughed louder than either of them expected.
“I wouldn’t just be writing you lame one-liners on a postcard if I was pregnant.”
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Park & Eleanor
FanfictionHe was still drunk on her. So drunk on her, in fact, everything else seemed blurry compared to her. Every aspect of her still got to him in ways he couldn't quite capture. And although time had passed, and time is supposed to heal all wounds, he st...
