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Y/N POV
I sit on the floor staring mindlessly at the wall, I was bored out of my mind (like always, ever since I've been trapped in this room). When I hear the door open I quickly whip my head to my right, my hopeful face turning sour when I see Wil.
"You look excited to see me!" He sarcastically comments, a stupid smile on his face. I look down at his hands when I realize he was holding a bag of food.
The only way I could tell how many weeks I've been here was because every Wednesday, Wil would come down here with Chinese food, he said something about a deal. I've been here for five weeks. The stab wound on my leg was getting better, I could walk now but if I applied any type of pressure to it, it hurt like hell.
"Of course I am, you have my food" I roll my eyes, watch as he sits down across from me and places the bag in between us. I forgot to mention, everytime he gets me Chinese food, he eats with me. He takes items out of the bag, something surprising I realized was that he somehow knew everything I enjoyed and loved. What a creep.
"Awh, I'm more than just a bag of food, darling" He leans over and pinches the side of my face, in return, I quickly slap his hand away. He clicks his tongue in annoyance and leans back, grabbing my food from the bag and passing it to me. "Thank you?" He grins, smugness is all I can hear in that voice of his.
"Thank you for the food, Wil"
I pop the lid off my food as he hums at my response. I poke a fork into my food and begin eating. "Wednesdays are my favorite days" He tries to make small talk when we eat a lot. It's weird and I want him to stop.
"Mhm" I nod, chewing my food. "Cool," I glance at him when I see him staring at me. I give him a 'what' look.
"I love you" He admits. I stare at the ground and continue eating. "So-- it's crazy how much actually. It's like, a lot" He giggles before getting ready to eat his own food. "I can't believe I'm sitting right here in front of you"
"I can" I raise my eyebrows and scoff. "I can also imagine getting away from you and getting you arrested" I glare at him and he pouts.
"What's with the attitude?"
"I hate you. That's what's with the attitude" I scowl at him before taking a bite of my food. "God, just leave me alone and let me eat.." I mumble, half scared he'd hurt me, and half trying not to spit out my food.
