This is a fanfic about turtles all the way down. I do not own the story all credits go to the owner.
This story is both from Aza's and Davis perspective. This particular chapter is from azas point of view and the next one will be from Davis point of view
Enjoy:)
The last time aza had seen Davis was 5 years ago. The day before he left for Colorado. Aza had thought about Davis every single day since. Not in a creepy kind of way, but in a kind of sweet way. After all, he was her first love. She had fantasized about seeing him so many times. Too many to count. But last week she had gotten a message, one she knew it had to be him.
Aza, Meet me at the Applebee's on I-65 on Friday at seven. For old times sake. - isnotid02
The note had been in her college textbook, as it turned out, she had ended up going to IU and was now a senior with daisy as her roommate. How the note had gotten there, she had no idea, but yet again; that was Davis.
She wondered how Davis looked now. It had been five years. April 24. She remembered that day as she looked at the painting on her wall. The painting of ever-tightening spiral Davis had given her all those years ago. As a goodbye she guessed. "No one ever says goodbye unless they want to see you again." And here it was, Friday had finally arrived after a week of slow motion, time not being able to pass fast enough. The day had finally come."