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Sometimes, he wonders if she's right. He questions himself. Wonders why he doesn't end it. He ultimately, always comes back to wondering if she's right for him. They met when they were kids. They know everything about each other. And yet, people change. He has. He's grown up. He doesn't do (all of) the reckless shit he used to do. Doesn't steal. Doesn't sell. And sometimes he wonders if that's the guy she's looking for. That's the one she fell in love with.

Sometimes, he wants to let go. She'll say something. Something small and yet something hard. He'll get angry. Too angry.

Sometimes, Bobby'll have to tell him not to make a mistake. He wonders why Bobby would say anything. Why Bobby would care. Bobby hates Sofi. So he asks him one day and without faltering or even sparing a glance, Bobby says "she's your girl,"

Contrary to all of the times he had been eager to tell Angel about Sofi fucking other guys. About Sofi around town with other guys. He wonders what's changed and yet he doesn't say anything. He doesn't ask, because somehow he knows.

She's his girl.

And there are times like these, when she's propped up on one elbow, in one of his over-sized shirts, talking about how good the quesadillas her mother used to make, were. And those times outweigh all of the sometimes by far.

An: A sorta-kinda series of drabbles. And I say sorta-kinda because I can never get them down to one hundred even. Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed the first one..and second. Thanks for reading!