#c:willa

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It was sad to see such a little plant struggling. A pot too large for it. The roots likely expanding too far. And worse of all, an infestation. Judging by the leaves and its size, it was young and it didn't have a life of any kind of quality.

Willa bent down and sat besides the pot on the sidewalk. They rifled through their bag to see if they have any supplies to rid the flower from its horrible circumstances. As they weighed their options, they spoke to it as if it could hear them, "Now, who's been letting these pests get all up in you, lil guy?"

@willagallagher​

West was still upset over learning his sister's secret via the gossip column. But he promised he wouldn't yell or tell their father(at least not yet.) He arrived to his sister's room taking a deep breath before opened it up not giving her much chance to hide anything. "Just answer this for me..were you ever going to tell me?"

He could afford a better apartment, he knew that. He just couldn't quite justify it. To no one's knowledge, he was kinda of a penny pincher. He made plenty over the years working for the Vitelli's, both through weekly pay and hazard bonuses. Still, he didn't own anything flashy; no nice cars, no expensive watches or pants, and no presentable living quarters. Part of the appeal was that if you kept your nose to yourself, everyone else did the same. Well, almost everyone.

Willa was an exception to that rule.

It started with small encounters in the mail room. Despite his obvious disdain for the general human population, she had somehow considered him warm enough to try and conversate with. He ignored her, just as he would anyone, but it seemed to go completely unnoticed. Somehow, their run-ins became more abundant. Passings on the sidewalk, in the hall and then she found out where he lived, something that would be good enough cause for a shattered jaw in anyone else, but she was harmless; he couldn't ignore that. She would show up with plates of food and baked goods.

At first, it was incredibly irritating. He turned them away, but then they'd just be on his doorstep in the morning so eventually, he began accepting them and slamming the door. He wasn't sure when he started letting her in the house. She was like a rodent, in that way.

So when he opened the door to find her now, he just rolled his eyes and retreated back to his sofa, the door left ajar.

His apartment wasn't much. A simple couch, a small box TV that sat on an old army trunk near an almost always open window, and a practically bare kitchen. He had some clean paper plates and plastic silverware that came with takeout. His fridge most likely had something expired sitting next to several beers and nothing else.

"I can feed myself, you know." The words huffed out of him with his breath as he allowed himself to cave into the worn cushions.

"I'm trying to figure out what some new things I can get added to the menu at the tavern. I feel like bar food is so simple, I want to do some fun things with it. Do you have any suggestions?" she asked Riven, as they walked toward the cafe.

"This is nice, no younger siblings, no duties, just two people who need to relax," Willa said, letting the nail artist work on her pedicure. "I love my sisters, but damn, this feels nice."

Peyton was standing outside, almost a week after the dance. It had taken him this long to leave his dorm beyond going to classes. Even in his dorm, he stayed in his room, too worried that Willa knew and never wanted to see him again. He was only outside now because he had to finish his wood etching project for his art class. He had set off too many smoke alarms to be allowed to do it inside. He wasn’t looking when someone came up, focusing on finishing. “I think this is looking pretty good.”