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xxxlocation: party xxxxxxxxxoutfit: here
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xxx"why should I play this game of pretend?
xxxremembering through a secondhand sorrow
xxxsuch a great son and wonderful friend
xxxoh, don't the tears just pour"
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Willow rolled her eyes at the mention of Lincoln. “Oh my god, don’t even joke about that. That would just be a clusterfuck of awkwardness,” she replied. “I know you guys are best friends but... yeah. Nope, not happening.” She laughed a little. God knows, she’d ranted to Tee about Lincoln far too much. But Tee never seemed to mind, even if her and Link were best friends.
“Did I hear you guys are living together? Should I start working on my dress for the wedding now?” She asked, winking at Tee. She was pretty sure there wasn’t anything there. If anything, the two seemed more like siblings than anything. “Can’t lie, babe, I might be that one guest who gets super drunk and jealous and breaks something. Couldn’t handle losing you to him.” She could joke about that now, when she knew that it was more than likely not going to happen.
“How is Cali?” She asked, the first genuine question. Willow was at a prestigious school of design just outside New York, and it felt like being in a different country to California. They’d still stayed in touch- it was hard to fall out of contact when you’d been through that much shit together. But it wasn’t the same as being there, as being with Tee, being able to have a hand thrown around her shoulders and being able to physically tease her. God, she’d missed her. She had friends back in college but... none of them knew. Nobody knew her like Tee, and sometimes she felt like nobody would. You didn’t just tell somebody about your abusive ex. They’d have to be someone close to you, someone special.
“Did I hear you guys are living together? Should I start working on my dress for the wedding now?” She asked, winking at Tee. She was pretty sure there wasn’t anything there. If anything, the two seemed more like siblings than anything. “Can’t lie, babe, I might be that one guest who gets super drunk and jealous and breaks something. Couldn’t handle losing you to him.” She could joke about that now, when she knew that it was more than likely not going to happen.
“How is Cali?” She asked, the first genuine question. Willow was at a prestigious school of design just outside New York, and it felt like being in a different country to California. They’d still stayed in touch- it was hard to fall out of contact when you’d been through that much shit together. But it wasn’t the same as being there, as being with Tee, being able to have a hand thrown around her shoulders and being able to physically tease her. God, she’d missed her. She had friends back in college but... none of them knew. Nobody knew her like Tee, and sometimes she felt like nobody would. You didn’t just tell somebody about your abusive ex. They’d have to be someone close to you, someone special.