serendipity ☾

☾ 7: Vibes And A Gun

❝Some things are meant to be secret and not to be heard.❞

{ if walls could talk x 5 seconds of summer }

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jasmine ☾

"ANG, DO YOU WANT TO GO with me?"

"Go with you where?" She wonders, flipping through our mail as she kicks the front door shut with her foot.

"To meet my soulmate."

She looks up at me, confusion twisting her pretty face. "What?"

"I'm pretty sure I have a soulmate."

Angel gives me a look and sits next to me on the sofa, sitting the stack of mail on our coffee table. "Is this about –"

"No." I interrupt her. "This is different. I think this is different. I'm hoping this is real. I won't know for sure until we meet."

She sits on that for a second. "Is this who you've been talking to on the phone all weekend?" Her brows furrow. "Anthony, right?"

"Yeah." I fiddle with my necklace. The necklace I was losing my mind about. Anthony left it with Madison on Saturday and she passed it along. I feel so much better now that it's back around my neck where it's supposed to be. "His name is Anthony."

"You have a mark?"

I shake my head. "No. Not yet at least."

"Where are you meeting?"

"Brooklyn Bridge Park. I think it's a picnic thing and he's bringing his best friend and his best friend's girlfriend with him."

"When is this happening?"

"Tomorrow."

She pouts. "I've got a test that's worth half my grade tomorrow."

No moral support for me, I guess. "It's okay. It'll be fine."

"What about later? You work tomorrow?" I nod. "Why don't you see if he wants to meet here, after you get off? We can play cards or board games or something. I would love to meet him."

"It's going to be like one in the morning."

"And?"

I chuckle, "I'll see."

She looks like she's about to say something else, but shuts her mouth and turns towards our front door as the locks click and the door opens.

I watch her lips thin out and her nostrils flare as she watches Cherry walk in.

"Hey," he greets me with a smile, ignoring Angel. She ignores him too. It's a mutual thing they have going on. If they talk at all to each other, it's at the other person and not to them.

"Hi," I stand from the couch and walk over to him. "What are you doing here?"

I wrap my arms around his waist in a hug and he kisses the top of my head. "Just wanted to see you. You've been mad at me."

"And you've been mad at me."

"I'd be mad at you too," Angel mutters, walking to the fridge.

"Yeah, thanks, Angel." I sigh, flipping her off. I turn back to Cherry. "You see me every day."

"No. You speak to me in passing. I don't see you. We don't hang out anymore."

"We can hang out, homeboy," I meet his dark eyes. "What do you want to do?"