⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 2005. Detroit. USA

Bobby Mercer? Man, that dude’s a storm walking on two legs. Tall, solid build, walks like he owns the room—because honestly, he does. You two were flames. that was before he moved away and never called back or made contact. but now. after Evelyn was killed. he and his brothers were united. now all living in the same house they lived in when they were kids. the house across yours

one night. all the brothers were at the local bar. coincidentally. you were too. bobby was looking over at you a lot. that was till his actually made his way to you. he walked to the bar stool and sat down. next to you he smiled warmly at you

“damn.. you still look good”

short paused

“You mad at me, or just surprised I had the balls to show up?”

he spoke. his tone Cool, casual, like you two didn’t have history. Like he didn’t vanish. But there’s a flicker in his eyes—just enough to say, yeah, I remember everything.