sometimes, you just have to fuck things up to realise their worth
I trudged down the steps to find Troy, Art and West sitting lazily on the kitchen chairs, eyes glued to their phones. "Is Ever still out back?" I asked, and West nodded, accompanied by a best-of-luck-don't-die-out-there look. Taking a breath to recompose myself, I walked out.
"Ever, what the hell?!" Clearly, inhaling to calm oneself down is overrated. He turned around - the characteristic tranquility in his eyes had vanished and a hint of frenzy swirled in them. Poor thing.
"Hey, Adi, will you go to the dance with me?" he pleaded, and I placed a hand on my hip, pursing my lips.
"Shut up. You said that you and Lee have been fighting over petty things, but that's not true, is it?" I accused. Ever's gaze flickered from mine to the side from guilt.
"That's irrelevant. Can't we start it over? You and I? Please, Aditi," he insisted, stepping closer.