Dearest, Love

The Gas Station -(Chapter 3)

I hung up the phone, and made my way outside the campus. I followed the path full of exhausted-looking students to campus A. I ran into a restaurant inside the campus that's run strictly by our college. At this point, my stomach was growling for food. I decided to grab something to eat, to prevent the obnoxious and embarrassing possible sounds my stomach would make in class.
The menu had a whole bunch of options, but I decided to get a multi-grain bagel with light cream cheese. 🥯 I ate my breakfast, and was ready to take on the day.

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At 6:00pm, I was out of my last class. I was so happy to finally be able to see Will after such a long and exhausting day. I called him as I waited outside the nearest exit, and shortly after he came to pick me up. While we were on the way to his house, he stopped to fill up the gas. I waited in the car, as he went inside to pay. I was trying to connect my phone to the Bluetooth speaker of his car, when my phone fell and slid between my seat and the door. I grabbed Will's phone that was placed gently on top of the cup holder, and turned on the flashlight to help look for my phone between the cracks of the seat. I managed to get my phone, and as I was about to put his phone back where I got it from, he opened the door to the car. I saw him holding a mixed berry slushy in his right hand, and I knew that it was that exact flavour because he knows it's the one that I love. He quickly handed me the slushy and pulled his phone right out of my hands. "I'm sorry" I said. "I was just using it for the flashlight because I dropped my phone." "And you couldn't just open the door and look for it?." He said, seeming a little bit worked up. "Uhm I'm sorry, I didn't know you would have gotten so mad just because I touched your phone." I said, as I took a sip from the slushy he got me. "Thanks for the slushy." I said. "I'm sorry babe, you know you can use my phone whenever you want. Next time just ask me okay?" Will said, as he started to drive out of the gas station. That wasn't even why I had his phone, I guess he didn't believe me anyway which is why I didn't even bother to repeat it. When we got to his house, his mom made us some pasta, and throughout supper I couldn't help but think about what made him so nervous about me touching his phone. When he left the kitchen, I noticed he forgot his phone on top of the table. I had the opportunity to see what made him look so suspicious. It felt so wrong, but I grabbed it as quickly as I could and put in our matching passcodes. "242718" We decided a long time ago, that it would be cute to have the same passcode on our phones. The 24 and the 27 are the dates of our birthday, and the 18 was the date of when we first started dating.
I opened his phone, and saw nothing that made him look at least somewhat suspicious. I felt so relieved that he wasn't hiding anything. I shouldn't have even looked through his phone and I regretted it soon after. I promised myself that I wouldn't look through his phone again, and that I would just trust him. In fact, he's the love of my life. I have to trust him. I went back to his room with the phone in my hand. "you forgot your phone in the kitchen." "Thanks baby." He said, as he kissed my forehead. "Now come here and let's cuddle." I jumped onto the bed and laid in his arms for the rest of the night.