Stepping out onto the pavement, you lean back and stare as the bus makes its way down the road, traveling farther and farther away until it disappears. You gripped your luggage tighter, beginning to walk your new path. You were going to see him.
Your best friend,
Michael.
This entire plan was fabricated last minute, something you would have never done hadn't it been for his insistent nagging. A gray jacket was tied loosely around your waist, threatening to fall at any moment. Pondering why you had it (as it was nearing 80 degrees out, it felt), you reached down towards the jacket pocket. You pulled out a crinkled piece of paper, and neatly unfolded it until the faded ink was visible. It was barely legible, but you read the address as an old friend, already knowing which way it would lead you.
You slow down your pace nearly to a stop, and gaze across BEACH CITY. A strange moment of tranquility passes though you, it seems, and just for a moment, you felt as if you were in the right place. Just this once, you had made the right decision.
***DISCLAIMERS***
**The pixel art on the cover is drawn by gatekid3 on Newgrounds**
**I do not own Steven Universe or the characters in it, only this fabricated story and some of my own characters I have added.**
Thank you for choosing to read this story, I hope you enjoy.
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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