𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓 | 4town

𝟤𝟧 | puzzle piece

it's strawberry season everyday you want y/n .

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𝓣here I was, Y/n at the ripe age of eighteen—thinking that my life had flashed before my eyes,

Or so I thought.

Or so I wished,

The awkward silence between us goes unnoticed; sounds of the ending ride and the slow pacing indicating it was time to finally hop out of this roller coaster—just a few minutes ago the T I had known, wasn't who I thought he was—maybe I was at fault for being oblivious of his advances, or subtle hints. Given the short time we were uncomfortably quiet. It gave me time to ponder; psychoanalyzing—that everything made sense. His confession was the last puzzle piece that painted the whole picture crystal clear and as it turns out... I am Mystery Girl.

His words omitting out of his mouth echoed in my mind like broken record player,

"I'm sorry for feeling this way, I never planned for it to be like this, I just wanted to be her friend—and..and one day.. I found myself thinking of her more often, more than a friend would. I told myself over and over and over, that I stood no chance. She likes someone else."

"I took note of things that she liked, like... like what she mumbles in her sleep, the way she tied her shoes—the way she raised her brows to show her confusion, even the way she'd fiddle on things when she's anxious. The small things."

"Ultimately; and so suddenly the sky and stars, and every strawberry I laid my eyes on were about you."

"Now here I am making a fool out of myself, executing the biggest risk I'd commit in my life which is admitting that It's you."

"I like you Y/n!"

I was speechless to say the least, hopefully I hadn't made him feel like he was playing ping pong with a brick wall. Because I genuinely had nothing to say, but there was a lot in my mind, for instance—Why me?

This can't be right, two 4town boys simultaneously liking me? Have the universe gone insane or completely utterly bored to play tricks on me? And of course it just had to be both of the Aarons!

Walking out the exit sign, I can't believe I'm saying this but I was relieved seeing Z had kept his promise and waited with one hand holding the red panda plush—I watched him sign a few autographs for girls who had recognized him, and once they're done he smiles at us. I haven't looked at T since, since you know. And It's not like I'm revolted by him, everything's just so sudden. Having Z around won't feel like quicksand indulging us in.