"the dominoes cascaded in a line."
terribly sorry for the varying chapters that use proper grammar and capitalization and the others that are in all lowercase LMAO
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disappear when u come back everything is better.
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"can i help you...?" nate trailed with confusion. seeing a random girl outside his door with an enormous load of luggage was peculiar to say the least.
"umm, hey..." the girl greeted tensely. "is- is serena here?" she stuttered.
"yeah, uh... who are you?" he grimaced, wondering why she was requesting his girlfriend.
"tell her it's marlena and i desperately need to speak with her," she instructed thoroughly.
"well, she's not even home right now. but you're welcome to go downstairs and wait in the lobby." the young man offered. no way was he stupid enough to let a rando into his apartment that was requesting his girlfriend. do people even know how many targets that girl seems to have on her back?
"wil myers - king of the golf course." serena dubbed jokingly. wil evidently didn't find his DFA as funny as she did.
"serena, i don't have a job." the unemployed outfielder stated sternly.
"i bet if you used some of that contract money from when you scammed aj you can live until you're two-hundred," she continued, unable the wipe the comical smirk off her face. "oh! or, or, i heard the dodgers are looking for a pitcher who doesn't beat their wife. if you wanted to shine again as a reliever, you could always hop over there! we both know the good ol' saying, 'william bradford myers says NO to woman abuse.'"
wil had something to say that he couldn't say out loud, so he kept it to himself. he noticed since sitting down with serena she seemed brighter. the man couldn't describe it perfectly, but she was more aware, and in-touch.
he hadn't heard her laugh or joke about anything for a very very long time. serena's spark wasn't back, but it was getting there.
"hilarious, serena."
"all jokes aside, i could really use some company down here on the east coast." she sighed.
"mets not keeping you on your toes?" wil lifted an eyebrow apprehensively.
"not particularly..."
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"serena, you should really come back to california." wil suggested wholeheartedly, as they stepped into the elevator together.
"why? are you moving back?" the girl questioned.
"probably. the house in NC stays, but san diego is a piece of us. if i wanted to own a second house, i'd buy one in san diego. and that's what i'm gonna do," he shared.
"oh, to be rich..." serena humored, pressing floor fourteen.
"i'm serious. we'll have an extra bedroom and everything. even if it's not permanent, you could really use some sun," wil offered, amusingly lifting her pale arm.
"i mean, i went back a few weeks ago. i think i'm set to not return for a little bit. it adds to my new and mysterious personality," she joked.
"you went back?!" wil nearly screamed. why hadn't she said anything to him?
"yeah. it wasn't anything too amazing. but i missed it. i missed them," serena sighed, referring to the team.
"that, that-," wil struggled to speak, because all he could ponder was if anything went down between her and fernando. living on the other side of the country while all of this was going down sucked, and he wasn't a desperate enough guy to bug josh or blake about it.
"was a bad idea?" she finished regretfully.
truthfully, after a long, and hard thinking session on her way back from her actual hometown, she realized she told fernando her headstrong thoughts, not her yearning heart's feelings.
she did still love him. it wasn't gonna go away.
in life, you can't choose who you love. something in you just decides it... but, what you can control, is how you love them.
serena was pretty sure this thought originally came upon her whilst drunk, given its familiarity. but evidently she kept it to herself because it hadn't been attached to or held against her yet.
"i doubt that," wil argued. "you just said it yourself that you missed them."
"i do. but i don't want to miss them this much. between me and you, i have absolutely no desire to be working in new york since going back to SD." she expressed.
"it sounds like you know close to nothing about what you want, serena," the man frowned.
"wil, the fact of the matter is that what i want, i can't have." serena exhaled, "i made my own bed, and it's time to put up and shut up."
the brunette unlocked her front door, holding it open for wil as they stepped inside together.
she could see from the entryway that the kitchen light was on, which was peculiar. but, nate was here earlier so he probably left it on accidentally. no big deal.
wil followed serena further into the living space, determined to get his point though.
"you're wrong, serena." he disagreed.
an utterly bewildered and startled expression crossed the girl's face. her eyes widened, staring dumbfounded at something in the kitchen.
"there's always another way..." wil finished, shifting his head toward what she was so chaotically astounded by in front of her.
it was a girl, sitting on a barstool. serena recognized her. wil didn't.
serena knew of her, but she didn't know her. she didn't know who she truly was and the undeniable connection she had with her through a past mutual relationship. she didn't know why she was here, or how she found her.
but even if no one knew it, wil myers had proven himself right once again.
there is another way. there is always another way. unknowingly, this person is the other way.
