Four Jumbled… I 50A

Sawyer ran his hand over his face thinking about what he’d just written. He sighed, took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. Taking advantage of Viola’s desk which was more comfortable to write on than the couch. What was he thinking? Everything apparently. Having Peggy kiss both boys was not his plan. It was just Bradley. Well, this is somewhat interesting. He smiled for a second. But no. It wasn’t the plan. What was he thinking? Viola.

She had been so cool. Sitting there while he looked like he was going insane from trying to piece it all together. She just looked so cool, so calm, so collected. That’s not the look of someone who has feelings is it? Certainly not his look. Not Hannah’s, not Laura’s, not Al’s. Although Al is always cool. He sighed again. But he’d missed it for so long, so maybe he missed it again. How didn’t he know? How had he been so blind? Literally behind the wall in front of him was one of his best friends who’s been in love with him for six years-