63: New Detergent?

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"Thanks..." Will whispers. 

"If...If it's what you want, go for it. If it isn't, try listening to yourself more." he advised.

"What do you mean?" I ask. 

"You know." 

"Look!" he points to my left. "It's a basketball." 

"Someone must have lost it, earlier this morning." 

"You'll faint once you see me play basketball," he says.

"Excuse me?" I scoff. "I've watched my boyfriend play probably a hundred times now and I nearly fainted."

"I'm not Louis," he pointed out with a proud grin.

"Obviously." I roll my eyes playfully.

"Hey!" He throws the ball to me.

"Ow!" I yell. "I'm stating facts." 

Do you know what in some movies when a girl feels like a badass then shoves it in someone's face?

I shoot the ball in the ring without even looking, surprisingly, it went in easy. 

"You're good." I dribble the ball to Will. 

"I know," I say walking to him when I fell suddenly fell. 

Luckily, Will was able to catch me. I pull away from his amazing catch but he pulls back. 

"Excuse me." a voice interrupts and we get loose of each other. 

"That's my ball." the cute little boy says.

"Here." I give the ball back. 

"What was that for?" 

"I-" he stutters. "I started using a new detergent. Does it smell good?" 

"Detergent?" I laughed.

I walk slowly and sniff his jacket. "Yeah, it smells Uhm...fresh like flowers."

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