nebula :: [malik]

[ vii :: coffee ]

I know everyone you know

you know everyone I know

our venn diagrams are one circle.

You grow up when I'm not looking

We grow apart without knowing,

and all of a sudden I'm leaving.

So I say I'm sorry I can't, I've got plans

'cause I watch the time slip through my hands.

- "Portugal" || Walk the Moon

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"Hey-Hey, Ana! Wait up!"

Anais hits the doors, groaning internally as her steps slow on the damp pavement. She knows that voice anywhere.

There's no escaping that voice.

And it's that boyish smirk he wears as he jogs down the steps to greet her that has Anais cursing herself for feeling the feelings she's still unable to shake.

He comes to her side and drapes his arm around her shoulder.

He grins. "Anais."

"Lucky."

"Ana."

She lifts an eyebrow. "How's your girlfriend?"

"How're you? Haven't seen you around, lately."

"O-kay," and she wriggles from his grasp. She faces him. "Not that this isn't fun, but I'm headed to the library."

"Cool. I'll come."

"Ha ha," she points to him. "You won't. See you-Bye, Lucky."

"Whoa, Anais!" He jogs after her. "What's with you, today?"

She grits her teeth. "Why do people keep asking me that?"

"Because we always hang out," he replies. "I haven't seen you in weeks, Ana. What gives?"

Your fucking girlfriend, idiot.

"I've been busy," she shrugs. "It happens."

"You're always busy," he sighs. "And I still used to see you more."

He stops, grabbing her wrist. "Have you been ignoring me?"

Obviously, genius.

"What makes you think that?"

"You're a shitty liar," he laughs. Lucky raises his eyebrow. "What happened to not bottling emotions?"

"I'm not bottling emotions right now," Anais says through clenched teeth. "I'm just trying to stay calm so I don't get arrested for slapping you across your stupid face right now."

Lucky drops her wrist. "Why would you..." He shakes his head; this is Anais. "Come get lunch with me."

Anais laughs aloud. "Fuck no."

"C'mon, Ana," he pleads. "It's just lunch."

"And hell's just a sauna. Get the fuck outta here."

He seems so confused. "Anais-"

"I'm going to the library, Lucky."

"Fine," he runs his hand through his hair in the way that (used to?) make Anais drool. "Some other time, then?"