The car fell into tense silence as her eyes trailed out the window, a small smile creeping onto her face.
"Fuck." Y/n uttered while the phone continued to vibrate, her scoffing before unlocking the device. The rain probably got her sick, or maybe the stress was finally winning over her. Her phone buzzed again, making her sigh as she felt a headache arriving. Even with that question, were her and Wilbur an actual thing? That was never clarified. Would Wilbur even consider a long-distance relationship? Well, Birmingham wasn't far from London, but still. Y/n didn't want to talk, the message ruining her whole mood as she put more thought into it. The device buzzed, making her frown deepen. What would she do? The question was one she hadn't thought about at all. Instead of answering, she turned off the phone and set it down. The message remained still on the screen, Charlie's bitmoji staring at Y/n as it awaited her reply. I would appreciate if you informed me of which chapters need to be edited! Thank you and bYe! Anyways, if this chapter doesn't make sense, it's because this whole book is poorly written and I decided that now would be a good time to announce that. What up, ya like jazz? Yeah, I like editing chapters now that I finished this book so Yuh.
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