#citiwrites

you and will were in the type of relationship that involves being the other's best friend.

you knew each other's middle names, favorite songs, comfort foods, birthmarks, ticklish spots, and deepest darkest secrets.

will just didn't know this one tiny thing.

to set the scene, it was a sunny july afternoon in boston, the day before the fourth. you would both be hosting for tomorrow night, first having a barbecue and later taking your guests out to the garden to watch the red, white, and blue fireworks dance in the sky.

you wore a fitted tank top and easy cotton foldover leggings in the kitchen, dancing to a warm olivia dean song that took all of the pressure from cooking off of your body.

will's steady footsteps made his presence known, wrapping his tanned arms around your frame and kissing your cheek affectionately. walking off to the front door, keys jingling in his hand, he popped the question.

"babe, i'm going to target. did you need anything else for today?"

"hmm. could you pick up walnuts and cranberries for the salad?"

"yeah, sure. are we doing bomb pops for after?"

"absolutely," you smile.

will grins, giving you a wink. his favorite summertime treat.

"okay, sounds good. i'll see you in like..."

all of a sudden, you remembered something else you needed him to buy.

"will?"

"yeah, baby?"

turning away from him, you get back to chopping as you talk. "could you just pick up some tampons for me? maybe a few boxes so i'm covered for the next time we're here."

"of course. i'll be back in an hour?"

"sure, take your time. mack's coming to help in like twenty minutes."

"alright. i love you!" he says, walking out the door.

"love you, baby," you reply.

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will was completely befuddled.

he picked up the walnuts, and the cranberries too, but the second he stepped foot into the feminine care aisle, all hope was lost.

he forgot what type of tampons you used.

out of all the things he knew about you like the back of his hand, this is what he forgets?

he debated calling you, but didn't want to make himself seem careless or forgetful about a product that you used often and that he should know. he peruses through the boxes, inspecting carefully of what types there were.

why are there 100 of these fuckers in this one box? he questioned. maybe there is a lot of blood, he realized, and put the box in the cart.

there were so many weird words for him to process, too. super plus? ultra? what are these names? they should make them "dynamite" or "nuclear force" or something cool, he thought. if i were a girl, i'd want to wear these, he assured himself, placing them alongside the other box in the cart.

why do these ones say radiant and pearl? will they make her vagina shiny? does she want a shiny vagina? all it took was for him to think i'd want a shiny vagina if i were on my period, and soon it made its way next to the other two boxes.

then came the colors.

yellow? green? what is this, traffic lights? he then saw the purple ones and grabbed them, as he knew purple was your favorite color.

he continued to meander through target, picking up some more goodies to surprise you with.

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"mack, stop eating the blueberries! they're for the martha stewart cake!" you reprimanded.

will's best bud was now your helper in the kitchen, listening to your every direction.

well, sort of.

he popped yet another berry into his mouth before you snatched them away from him. "do you know what time he's getting back?" he asked, clearly getting fussy.

"i don't know, mackers," you answered. you didn't hear the door open, too busy in your own thoughts. when you turned to put the vanilla cake in the oven, you saw him in the hallway. "hi baby!" you greeted, closing the oven door and setting a timer. when you walked into the hallway, you were shocked to see two full bags of will's shopping, apart from the ingredients you needed, which macklin was now using to assemble the salad.

"what's all this?" you asked your boyfriend with a furrowed brow.

"tampons!" he exclaimed, proud of his purchases and setting the bags on the kitchen island apart from the food you'd made earlier.

you looked at macklin wide-eyed, and he returned the same look.

"okay, so i got you mostly the ultra ones because they sounded the coolest. but if you're in a super mood, i have those too. you also probably want to feel shiny during a time like this, so i bought the radiant ones too. there were a lot of different colored ones, but i picked purple 'cause that's your favorite color. and the playtex ones said 'gentle' on them, so of course i had to get those for you, maybe for pickleball this weekend? only the most comfortable ones for my girl. oh, and i also got you those chocolates you love, and this lobster stuffed animal that you can heat up. look what it says! menstruation crustacean!"

you were at first in total shock, but as will held up the lobster, waving its little claws at you, you couldn't help but let out a laugh.

"what's so funny?" asked will, genuinely confused.

"nothing, baby, nothing," you smile. "thank you for all of this, i'll be more than prepared if i need them the next time we're here."

"anytime," says will before planting a kiss on your cheek and going upstairs to change.

you separate the tampons you'd keep from the extras, and turn to macklin a minute after having gone through everything.

"mackie," you ask, "could you do me a big favor?"

it was a crisp friday night, and you came home early from a night out with your girls. you wouldn't normally skip a good time, but tonight just felt off.

your outfit.

black leather flare jeans that hugged your ass and thighs, elongating your legs. pointed toe heels sharpening the look. gold jewelry and a sleek blowout to tie the outfit altogether. the only thing wrong with it was your top.

or rather, the lack of what could be on display from looking at it.

the cowl neck halter plunged down your chest; other girls at the bar who wore similar pieces had their racks out like money would be stuffed in their bras. they were just like you, young and fresh and in need of some good music and drinks.

but they just weren't, either.

separating yourself from your flock, you found yourself in the bathroom, which housed several full-length mirrors and the scent of expensive soaps and perfume. you checked yourself out, and everything was perfectly fine, except for your chest. yours didn't look like the other girls' at the bar, whose cup sizes made them look like real women. feeling small and worthless, you told your friends you were a little sick and headed home for an early bedtime.

now, you sat on your bed replaying that moment in your brain. why couldn't they just be bigger? your full length mirror was in line with your body, so you stood up and stared to get a better look at yourself. before you could get too deep in your gofundme idea for a boob job fund, the front door of your house opened and shut closed.

upon coming inside, macklin carried his huge hockey bag in one arm and a brown bag of dinner in the other, he stopped by your favorite Italian restaurant and picked up some pasta for you after skating around with will and toff that night. after setting the bag on the counter and coming upstairs, he gently opened the door to your shared room, only to find you in front of the mirror, looking puzzled.

"hey babe," he greeted.

"hey," you replied, eyes still fixed on the middle of your top in the mirror, you were now fiddling with it. "how was the skate?"

"it was good. cat made cookies, so i saved you some in the brown bag downstairs." he noticed your facial expressions - something was up. "bug, is everything okay?" he asked, using the nickname you loved so much.

"yeah mackie, i'm good," you lied, still not looking at him.

he frowned, walking over to you and hugging you from behind, arms around your waist, your reflections visible in the mirror. "i would never push you to talk, but if you want to, just know i'm here to listen, okay?"

"okay," you sighed and gave in, eventually smiling softly. "thank you."

"always," he responded, kissing your cheek.

the two of you began getting ready to unwind for the night. he laid down in your shared bed bare-chested and in a pair of blue flannel pajama pants, while you changed out of your evening outfit in his vicinity. you had changed in front of each other a million times; it was nothing out of the ordinary. you took off your leather pants leaving you in a black g-string, and turned around to take your top off. facing away from your boyfriend, you put on a soft white lacy tank top. before you could take off your underwear and pull on the matching shorts, macklin let out a wolf whistle at the sight of your ass.

you turned back around and laughed, walking over to his side of the bed without bothering to wear the shorts, just wearing the tank and thong. climbing onto the mattress and straddling his lap, you pop the question that had been floating in your mind since you were out of the house.

"are my boobs too small?"

mack looked taken aback as if he couldn't believe what you were asking. "what?"

"are they though?"

he gave you two pats on your left cheek, thankful that you were wearing a thong. "no, baby, why would you ever ask that?" he looked genuinely confused.

"when i was out with the girls earlier everyone at the bar just had theirs out. like they all looked amazing, don't get me wrong, but i just wish i-"

he shut you up with a kiss, open mouthed and sloppy. "bug."

"what?"

"your tits are perfect, i fucking love them. i don't care what cup size or whatever they are. i wouldn't care if they were bigger and i wouldn't care if they were smaller. they're yours and i love them. you know what, here," he says while taking your top off.

there you sat, straddled topless on his lap, your breasts on full display in front of his face.

he cupped them with so much adoration in his eyes, thumbs swiping over the fullest part of your underboob before rolling back and forth over your now hardened nipples, causing you to move your hips up and down his lap a bit.

"i wish you could see yourself how i see you," said mack. "i'm serious. you're so beautiful and it drives me wild that you don't know it."

"why don't you show me then," you urged, pressing a kiss to his lips. "make me feel it."

he looked in your eyes with a smirk. "of course," he smiled. quickly, he shrugged off his pajama pants, leaving you seated atop his cock, the thin fabric of your underwear being the only barrier between you two.

macklin immediately gets down to business. his hands move to your hips and pull you closer to his body, your wetness resting against his now hard base. he latches onto your right breast, eliciting a moan from you. his warm green eyes meet yours with a wink, causing you to roll your eyes, and in that case, your hips, too.

he fondles your left breast, cupping and squeezing as he pleases. he takes his mouth off of your nipple and starts to suck on the side of your boob. you decide to let him feel your wetness for real, and swiftly take off your thong, repositioning yourself as needed. he looks into your eyes, asking, "you sure?" you nod eagerly, and he grabs a condom from the drawer in his nightstand.

he lets you roll it down his shaft, groaning as you do so. he leans back a bit as you prepare to ride him, helping spread your legs apart. he takes his length and rubs it back and forth on your clit, a trick that you both realized helps you open up more for him, having discovered it the first few times you had sex after he took your virginity. upon having done this, your legs spread wider, and soon you're sinking down on his cock surprisingly, you were wet enough for him with no foreplay.

however, as soon as he's fully inserted inside of you, he flips you both over, so that now he is on top.

"let me take care of you, bug," he said between intense kisses. his hands roamed your body as he slowly started to thrust, paying extra attention to the way your breasts moved as you reacted to the pleasure. he now sucked your left breast tenderly, flicking your right nipple from time to time. "mackie, i'm close," you gasped, legs wrapping around his waist to feel him deeper. his movement quickened and the sounds of skin slapping and heavy breaths filled the air. all of a sudden, you hit your peak, kissing him passionately while he thrusted some more to ride out his high.

"holy shit," you finally released, him chuckling as he pulled out of you and kissed you on the mouth.

"my beautiful girl," he cooed, coming back down onto the bed after throwing the condom out to cuddle you. you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in sweetly against your body. he looked down and gently squeezed your boobs, one after the other, pressing kisses to each like he did in the beginning.

you ran your hands through his hair as he peppered kisses all over your face, the two of you giggling like the lovesick kids you were.

"promise me you'll start loving your body," he insisted. "we'll take it day by day, together. i know it's hard sometimes, but i just want you to know how stunning you are. don't compare yourself, buggy," he urged.

"i promise," you smiled. "thank you mackie."

"that's my girl," he brushed your hair away from your face and kissed your forehead. "you're welcome, my love."

the two of you fell asleep, tangled in each other's arms, mack on top of you beneath the covers.

but of course, macklin's hands rested on your boobs.

it all started at the kitchen island on a hot summer day.

mack had invited you to his lake house in canada for the offseason, and he was beyond thrilled to have you all to himself. he had just gotten out of the pool, took a wash in the spacious outdoor shower, and had now padded inside to raid the fridge.

you were standing at the kitchen island in your new red bikini, cutting a few pieces of watermelon and putting them onto a plate to be shared with mack. you rested your elbows on the table and leaned forward as you snacked on the fruit, its juices coating the inside of your mouth.

your boy flashed a smile as he saw you, and walked over to the opposite side of the island. "hey baby," you greeted him, adjusting the underwire of your bikini top, letting it support your breasts. for context, you had always been a curvier girl and didn't feel like your body fit into a category, but also never really felt one hundred percent comfortable in your skin either.

as you leaned forward with your elbows resting on the island, back into your previous position, macklin couldn't help but stare at your cleavage.

you rolled your eyes playfully. "my eyes are up here, mackie."

he grins, finally out of his trance. "i got a little distracted," he explains.

"hmm, distracted," you tease with a smirk. he walks over to give you a kiss, before walking off he pats your ass, from which your stomach transformed into a butterfly garden.

later that night, you felt a bit insecure in how you looked. girls on instagram were dangerously thin. your extended family would always comment on your body. did macklin feel that you were just too big?

you decided you needed to take an everything shower. you had just washed the stress off of your body and shaved, with soap bubbles still clinging to your curves. as you reach for your pineapple shampoo, a soft knock comes from the door.

"come in," you coax with a smile, knowing who would be behind the door.

in comes mack, wearing just a pair of sweatpants on his lower half and a smug look on his face. the band of his underwear was clearly visible, but your attention snapped back as he questioned, "can i join?"

you smile, nodding. "you never have to ask, mackers."

he sheds his pants and hops in with you into the warm fog of the shower, pressing his chest to your back and wrapping his arms around you. he began to wash your hair for you, whispering, "how's my girl?"

"okay," you replied. your conditioner was silky smooth, mack applying it knowing you liked for it to marinate in your hair for a while. as you were still facing away from him, it was only natural for mack's hands to start fondling your breasts.

"mackie!" you giggled and turned around.

he smiled, continuing to squeeze and touch. "so big," he muttered.

you froze, and he noticed, stopping his exploration. "baby? did i do something wrong?"

"no," you said until he gave you a look. "i was on instagram today and saw those girls again. i can't help but want their bodies. mine looks so...different. i've never felt like i fit the mold."

"hey," he softened. "those people aren't even real half the time. your body is so beautiful and i think you're absolutely perfect the way that you are. also, you know girls literally get surgeries to get boobs like yours, right?"

that made you laugh. "thanks, mack."

"anytime," he speaks with honesty as he kisses your lips. his attention, of course, is drawn back to your breasts.

a smirk appears on his face. "want me to show you how beautiful you are?"

"thought you'd never ask," you flirted.

his lips immediately latch onto your neck, sucking down until they hit the sweet spot.

at the same time, his hands go right back to where they were before, cupping your round breasts, letting them sit in his hands.

"so soft," he breathes out before latching onto your left nipple. he sucked and let his tongue swipe over the bud in every direction, causing you to lean your head back, water running through your hair, washing the product out. he gave the same attention to your other breast, pressing supple kisses on the fullest part of your underboob.

your hands pull him closer to you, exploring his body. you go on to touch his abs, but then pull back out of nerves. he stops kissing you, exhaling. "baby, you can touch them. do whatever you want. all yours, love."

your response was felt in your kisses, this time you suck and lick each square of his six-pack as he groans. however, he stops you for a moment.

"but tonight, i just want to make you feel good," he lets out as he circles your clit. you gasp and wrap your arms around him, head rested on his shoulder.

when he inserts a finger and starts to pulse, you increase the water temperature and let out a moan at the comfort of the situation. he cups a breast at the same time, admiring the size of your breasts and body. once two fingers are in, curling at your g-spot, you kiss him hungrily.

"mackie," you breathe. "i need you inside of me."

he hoists you onto his waist, your legs immediately wrapping around his torso like you've done this a million times before. he pushes you against the wall of the shower, cock lined up at your entrance. his fingers play around with your clit lazily before he lines up his tip. as he pushes inside, he lets you bite his neck in the gentle way that you do to subside the sensation.

"can i move?" he asks with every few inches. once he is bottomed out, his thrusts are slow and loving, in and out, and somewhere in the middle of all of the stimulation you begin to feel empowered.

"mack, i'm close," you utter before hitting your climax, a euphoric wave rushing through your body. mack continues to thrust to ride out his high, before pulling out slowly and setting you down.

wrapping his arms around your waist, he plants a kiss to your forehead. "my beautiful girl," he mutters. "so good to me."

i feel like as you guys are dating, you create a shared playlist that you each contribute to over the course of the relationship. songs that remind each other of each other, of funny moments, of all of the good times you have shared together. when will pops the question and you guys are in the full swing of wedding planning, your planner asks about what songs you'd like to play - you give each other knowing soft smiles as you've been curating your perfect playlist for years.

you wouldn't need to worry about figuring out the cake on your behalf, because will decides he has everything covered. he definitely thought about making the wedding cake himself, but decided that a consultation with a local bakery was the way to go. while explaining to the staff, he makes sure to include all of your favorite ingredients and is extremely precise in his direction. when you two go to the bakery a week later for the cake tasting, of course macklin tags along (to eat the cakes test all of the flavors for the guests' enjoyment), and helps make your final decision.

wedding dress shopping with grace, colleen, your mom, and your longtime best friend was anything but boring. the five of you at a beautiful bridal boutique, where the dress of your dreams was somewhere in your vicinity - you just had to hunt for it. neckline after neckline, to slit or not to slit, and so many little feminine details, accessories, lace and ruffles and pearls galore. when you found the one, your loving ladies shared the same awe and pride of seeing you in the outfit you'd wear on one of the most important days of your life. after deciding that you said yes to the dress, your celebratory brunch afterwards was a success!

it's obvious that will and mack are as thick as thieves. the line "i don't think macklin is macklin without will, and will certainly isn't will without macklin" is 110% correct, and it was no surprise that will would select mack to be his best man. it was actually macklin who brought it up with a smirk after a practice, all of the other guys having left the locker room. will rolls his eyes begrudgingly, but gives his smartass best friend a hug, clapping him on the back. he sighs, "don't make me regret it," with a feeling deep down that he could never choose anyone else, even if he tried.

among your friend group, you were different.

sure, you were like any other girl and loved the company of your female friends and going out on occasion. however, your nickname within the bunch was "grandma."

you were a bit of an old soul, feeling like you were born in the wrong body. you preferred tea over tequila, had a collection of fluffy blankets and warm wool socks, and the most action your fingers got was with the crochet hook.

mack and will, or dumb and dumber as you lovingly called them, were well aware of your granny-like qualities.

it was a chilly friday night, and you had opted to stay home to work on your latest craft. while somewhere out there, your friends got ready together for a crazy night out, you set up your station in front of the TV and fireplace.

knitting supplies? check.

chamomile tea? check.

fleece blanket? check.

hot buttered popcorn? check.

wool socks? check.

remote? check.

just as you nestled into your cozy corner of the couch, your front door flung open, and in stumbled two rambunctious hockey players.

will and mack? check.

"THE HAG IS IN THE HOUSE!" cried mack. you shot him a glare, but it clearly wasn't taken as he began to sift through your fridge.

"can we bake cookies?" asked will with wide eyes, taking off his beanie. the boys had thankfully came well dressed, that is, in the matching sweat sets you had bought them for christmas, thicker than bowls of oatmeal.

it just so happened that you were wearing your matching one today too.

"no," you declared, not wanting any more ruckus to start. that is, until macklin jumped on the couch and put his head in your lap, while will set up the baking ingredients anyway and preheated the oven.

you sighed. you wanted to have a night in, not babysit these two!

giving macklin some head scratches, you flipped through Netflix with your free hand, coming across your favorite romcoms. you settled on when harry met sally, and got to work on your knitting; as a result, the boy in your lap lifted his head and rested it on your shoulder.

"thank god you stayed in tonight," said will.

"would you still have come over if i went out?"

"probably." the two had keys to your house, it was a lost cause trying to get rid of them.

after will cleaned up the kitchen and set the timer for the cookies to bake, he closed the oven door and plopped down on your other side, taking some of your blanket in the process.

"this movie is so boring," he complained. "harry is so negative all the time. why would sally want to be with a guy like that?"

"because," you replied, "they know everything about each other, about what makes the other tick. that's why friends to lovers is the best trope." you tossed a piece of popcorn in your mouth, still staring at the screen, laughing at sally faking her famous orgasm.

"true," adds mack. "but only when your friend is actually hot." will lets out a howl at that one.

"hey!" you tease, stealing back the popcorn bowl that he was holding onto.

"and goes to the bars on friday nights instead of, what is this, knitting? dude, are you going to do crossword puzzles next? bird watching?” added will.

“leave her alone smitty. she’s the one that made the team beanies two years ago. and she made cali and rigs little sweaters!”

“true, true.” will checks the oven and takes the cookies out, filling up glasses of milk afterwards.

he brings the tray over, and the three of you continued to exist amongst each other.

will’s arm around you which you leaned into, watching the cameos of old couples retell their love stories in the movie.

mack laid in your lap with a milk mustache, chomping on a cookie.

you continued to knit, cozied up with your boys.

it was finally summer.

the season in which hair gets lighter and skin gets darker, in which the great wall of hydrangeas was finally in full bloom, in which there is no shame in ice cream for breakfast and floating in the pool all day, baking in the cape cod sun without a care in the world.

that is, until dumb and dumber decided to ruin your tanning session by cannonballing into the pool at the same time, water splattering onto your skin at every angle.

you winced, trying to avoid getting your face wet, although you had given up on your hair; your natural locks were left untouched by the straightener.

"guys!" you yelled. "i was so relaxed!"

mack grabs you by the calves and pulls you closer to him and will, and you sigh, understanding that they have concluded your afternoon of relaxation and peace. "we were bored," he says with a grin. "let's go for a drive."

rolling your eyes with a playful smile, you hop out of the pool. the three of you agree to shower and change first, and then hop in the bronco and see where the night takes you.

the boys head inside while you opt for the outdoor shower. will's house on the cape was the perfect spot for a summer getaway, just the three of you for the weekend. it highlighted a massive hydrangea bush nestled in a beautiful garden space, a movie room for sleepover nights, and an extensive sparkling kitchen, perfect for baking banana bread.

you turn on the showerhead, the soothing warm water cascading down your tan skin, and you felt that your lemon shower gel was the perfect addition for the evening. as you shampooed your scalp and conditioned your ends, you heard the boys arguing upstairs about what snacks to pack. oh well, you thought. nothing new. everything felt just right.

after you dried off and stepped out of the cubicle with supple skin and bouncy waves, you changed into will's navy madhappy hoodie (that you stole last summer and kept at the house), and your comfiest sweatshorts. throwing on some flip flops and twisting your hair into a messy bun, you walked towards the driveway.

mack held a large bag of cape cod chips in one hand (they always remember your favorites) and your victoria's secret blanket in the other (that he and will always steal on roadies) that could have passed as a large fluffy animal of some sort. you laugh at the sight, and shake your head at the thought of two hockey players cozied up under a pink fleece blanket with hearts on it when traveling to games. "get in, loser," he teases upon seeing your face.

will hops in the drivers seat and you slide into shotgun, eliciting a groan and not so subtle "you suck!" from macklin, who begrudgingly sits in the back, leaning forward before the car starts and putting his face in between you and will. you ruffle his thick brown hair, and he lets out a sigh. you knew he loved you anyway. even after will made his way down the road and you put your focus on the beautiful homes you passed by, mack took matters into his own hands. or your hands, rather; he placed your palm back on the same spot it was a few minutes ago, and closed his eyes as your fingers went to work on his scalp.

will let out a laugh as he saw the sight. "dude, you're gonna fall asleep," still chuckling as he spoke. he seemed to know his buddy all too well, whose eyes were halfway open. "mackie," you giggled, fingers pulling ever so slightly at his hair to wake him up. "what?" he asks groggily. you and will exchange a look, he's going to fall asleep on the way home and the two of you are going to have to pull him out of the car.

the afternoon fades to evening and will parks at a beautiful beach, seemingly hidden from the public so you had it all to yourselves. he takes the roof off of the bronco so that you all could watch the sunset together, basking in one another's company. the fast-paced hockey season was the last thing on your minds, substituted with your weekend plans, tomorrow's coffee run (while the boys people watch, of course), and the question of what movie the three of you would watch tonight.

"i'm feeling legally blonde," you were thinking out loud. "or maybe notting hill? a romcom would hit the spot."

mack complained. "you alwaaaays make us watch those stupid movies," he droned. "let's watch top gun." you had to admit, top gun was a good pick, but tonight you needed your chick flick. you also couldn't let him get his way that easily.

will rolls his eyes and turns to you. "i'm down for whatever. but he's going to fall asleep before the movie starts."

"no i'm not, smitty!"

"to be fair, you did like john tucker must die," you joked.

mack looked out the window in defeat, speaking softly. "the drama was good, okay?"

you chuckle, remembering the moment he was practically seated on the edge of the couch when the girls in the movie were devising their plan to get revenge.

as the watercolor sky fell to darkness, with only the twinkling stars and crescent moon illuminating it, you three decided to head home. will put the top back on the bronco, before hopping back into the drivers seat.

however, you decided to visit your buddy in the back. "mackers," you cooed softly to your friend, who was now partially laying down in the backseat with his pillow. you knew he was sleepy; with a soft smile, he opened up your blanket, almost as if he were to say "get in here." you obliged and laid down, nestling your back against his chest, kicking your flip flops off. he draped the soft blanket over the both of you, and closed his eyes, feeling comfortable enough to rest.

you talked with will on the way home, feeling bad that you left him alone in the front seat, but relaxed knowing mack would still be out like a light by the time you two brought him inside and settled down for a movie; you'd have the rest of the night to hang out with him.

as will pulled into the driveway, you turned around to find mack snoring softly (at which will took several pictures and videos to show him the next day), with his arm wrapped around your shoulders, holding you close in his sleep. as sweet as the moment was, you wriggled out of his touch, and handed him over to smitty, who threw an arm around his shoulder and attempted to drag him in, you doing the same on the other side.

as will was left to put the overgrown five-year-old macklin to bed, you went back outside to collect the things - your blanket, the now half-eaten bag of chips, mack's sharks hat. the warm nighttime breeze and the sounds of crickets filled the air. you stood in the middle of the driveway, blanket draped over your shoulders, feeling lucky that you got to spend the day with your best friends.

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hi babes! lowkey had no idea how to end that LOL but i'm planning on making a part 2 on the rest of the night with will as i feel like this half was mainly mack focused. i'm totally down to make this a little series if you guys want, like this little trio and their summertime adventures together whether they are on the cape or somewhere else. let me know!!

it had been a lonely couple of months.

your friends and loved ones knew your once sunny atmosphere was now blocked by a bleak, gray cloud. the breakup took a toll on your mental health and relationships, and you know what they say - in order to get over someone, get under someone new.

your new fling was okay at best.

the hookups were exhilarating, but lacked passion and depth. no cuddling close after a heated session of french canadian kisses, no games with #71 painted in detail on your cheek, and certainly no late-night love confessions; you ran a tight ship for a no-strings-attached situation.

tonight, you two would be hitting up that one bar in your college town. just some conversation over drinks, same old routine.

you swiped on your lip combo, gloss plumping your pout before you headed out the door. he didn’t pick you up, as per usual, so you walked all the way down the busy streets full of students.

upon your arrival, you greet the bartender, you two knowing each other at this point in time. picking a stool, you wait for your date to arrive. you were a few minutes early, which was no biggie; he didn’t even text that he was on his way yet.

five minutes late grew to ten, ten passed to fifteen.

you were a pretty patient person, so you waited. maybe his car broke down in the middle of the road, or he forgot his wallet at home.

or maybe he had to walk his fish.

while you sipped on your vodka cran, a presence appeared behind you and slid into the vacant stool on your right. the dim lighting created an intimate atmosphere amidst the loud music, a soft blood orange glow cast onto your face and highlighted through your eyes. however, the tension cut the noise instantly.

oh god.

macklin.

your macklin.

he thanked the bartender with a smile and nod, taking a swig of his beer. the condensation made his grip tighter on the glass bottle, a calloused yet gentle hand that used to tuck back a stray hair or roam somewhere it wasn’t supposed to be as you put your jeans on in the morning.

not knowing what came over you, you decided to make a move, cool and confident. “same as always, huh?” you asked, referring to his drink.

he turned to you, a flicker of a soft smile on his face as your eyes interlocked.

“of course,” he replied, half-joking. “how have you been?”

“okay,” you lied. “i'm supposed to be meeting someone tonight; we see each other sometimes.”

your phone had his instagram profile open, and mack recognized him, having skated together during their younger years.

he frowned for a moment before smirking.

“so he’s not here yet,” connecting the dots in his brain.

“no,” you paused, picking up what he was putting down. “he’s not.”

he got down from his barstool, offering a hand to you; you took it, stepping down from yours.

still holding your hand, he leans in to your ear.

“balcony,” he whispers in a sultry tone.

you nod, letting go of his hand and making your way to the bathroom first.

the lip combo you packed came in handy, and you lined your lips with precision before filling them in with the perfect lipstick and smacking your pout. you added some more texture spray to your luscious locks, zhuzhing it up as you went. a few more sprays of your favorite perfume and an altoid later, you went back out to face your ex.

meeting him on the balcony (think heated rivalry!) you pop the same question he asked you earlier.

“so,” you look into his emerald eyes. “how have you been?”

he pauses before responding. “restless,” he says, “i’ve been wanting to meet up for a while.”

“oh yeah?”

“yeah,” he exhales. “i’ve missed you.”

“…me too,” you admit.

“why him?” he lets out after a second, jealousy becoming evident.

“I…i don’t know,” you speak with honesty. “getting under to get over, i guess.”

a moment of silence separates the ends of your conversation, but it isn’t awkward. it hasn’t been awkward for a long time.

“you know,” he finally takes his mouth off of you. “i've wanted you back for a while now.”

“really?” you question.

“really,” he ensures, hands coming up to cradle your face.

he turns his head and leans in, looking at you before making a move.

you nod and close the gap between you two, lips connecting in only a way you two would know. passionate kisses made your hearts somersault and stomachs flutter, experiencing the electricity you two create each time you touch. his hands roam up and down, one hand on the small of your back and the other in between your shoulder blades, holding you close.

mack moves down to your neck and gets to work, you let out groans of somewhere in between restraint and letting go.

“do you want to start over?” the question catches you like an unexpected chill in the air.

“but…the season? and the distance? are you sure?”

“only if you are, love.” his eyes speak to something serious, a switch in the mood you two had created.

“well..." you pause. he looks at you with intent, his eyes searching your face for an answer.

"...consider me cuffed,” you reply with a smile.

he lets out a laugh, moving to you again. your noses bump together like they used to, the nostalgia running through your veins.

“hi boyfriend,” you state to macklin.