Sunny and Louis have been best friends for a while now. They do everything together. But that was until Louis dated Toni. Sunny didn't really care; what mattered most to her was their friendship.
What if something else mattered more? What else can...
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it's not about romance but more on drama.
tell me your opinions!! should i start this??
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After work, I wait for Louis outside of our building. I've been for 2 hours and hasn't come yet.
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Looks like I'm taking a cab.
I feel so anxious. I don't want to drift away from Louis just because he got busy. I still want to feel like he loves his job but he still makes time to see me.
I guess that's how it works when you date an actor.
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I drop by the London bridge and just enjoy the view to calm my mind for a bit. It's almost 11 people in London normally sleep at that time. Yeah, London isn't the city that never sleeps.
I place my hands on the bridge's railings and felt someone stand beside me.
"AHHH"
"Will?" I tilt my head. "Phew, good thing it's just you."
He lets out a soft chuckle. "Could've been worse."
I look back at the beautiful view of today's night sky.
"So, what are you doing here?"
"What do you mean? I come here all the time."
"No, London; I mean."
"Oh, yeah." he chuckles shyly. "My grammy told me about the program and asked if I was interested and I said...yes."
"Oh..."
"How are you and Louis?" Will asks.
"We're fine; Louis is growing his acting career and soon he'll be recognized by everyone in public--"
"Don't be anxious." he interrupts.
I give him a look. "Anxious? Tsk. Me? Never."
"He's not that type of guy that would do something to make you worry."
"Why would I be worried?" I scoffed. "Honestly, I'm glad things are going well for him."
I flash a faint smile on my face. I didn't want to look like I was worried even though I am.
"There's no explanation why." he turns his head to me. "You're worried. It's written all over your face."
He stands up and tucks his hands in his pockets.
"You're leaving?"
"Yeah. Are you walking home?"
"VROOM!"
The sound of Will's convertible echoes in the late-night streets of London.
"When did you get a license?" I yell over the loud atmosphere.
"Just months ago!"
"I've never ridden a car like this before!"
"It's my dad's," he yells in a bit lower tone.
"I'm on top of the world!" I raise my arms high. "Step on it!"
"WOOHOO!!"
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"Thanks for driving me, Will." I smiled. "My hair's all messed up."
"Haha." he smiles sheepishly.
"Do you have a phone number?"
"Yeah, of course, I do."
"Here you go." I type in my number. "See you tomorrow!"
