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Y/N's POV

While we walked to find somewhere to eat, we were laughing like we used to back then. I don't know why we didn't hang out sooner. We bought some coffee and somehow we got onto the topic of insomnia.

"How's your insomnia, Y/N?" He asked. I hummed, sipping on my drink.

"Hasn't gotten better." I replied.

"Ahh...that's unfortunate." He muttered. I nod.

"But it's not all bad I guess...sometimes I'm more productive at night." I snicker. He smiled.

"You're still as optimistic as you were back when we were classmates." I felt my cheeks heat up.

"Oh stop it..." I covered my face. He chuckled.

"I'm just telling the truth." He smirked.

"So Will, why did you message me randomly at two am?" I asked.

"I'm not sure actually. I was having a stressful time at work and...you came to mind? And again, I missed hanging out with you."

"I came to mind?" I couldn't stop the smile that tugged the corners of my lips while I said that. I watched as his ears turned red.

"Well er...yeah?" He replied bashfully.

"Aw you sweet rat bastard." I teased him.

"Don't make me regret this." He laughed, rolling his eyes.

"I'd never!" I nudged him.

"Hey! You're going to make me spill my drink!" He yelped, making me break into laughter.

"This is so fucking stupid." I wheezed, hitting my hand on the table.

"No, I think it's just you if I'm being honest." I gasped.

"You did not just call me stupid."

"I did." He smirked.

"I wish I spilled your drink all over you." I narrowed my eyes at him.

"I would've gotten burnt you idiot!"

"Exactly." I snickered.

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