*Sydney Roswell's POV*
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"Uh... Hi!" I nervously greeted her, and I saw her smile at me. Oh, gosh, I missed that smile... so much.
"Why are you looking at me like that, Roswell? You seem like you've seen a ghost. Well, surprise, biatch, I'm still alive and kicking. But I can't kick my left leg yet." She said and chuckled, and I softly laughed with her.
"Yeah... No, I mean... Uh, it's so nice to see you again. I'm glad you're alright." I stammered and finally got the right words to say, but I am still feeling so anxious now.
"Ooh, so you are trying to say that you missed me, huh?" She remarked while grinning, and I let out a scoff.
"Hell no!"
"Really? I mean... Why would you miss me, right? I know I am not missable. Is that even a word? Because you aren't, too." She replied and acted quite mean, and I chuckled. You have no freaking idea how much I missed you, Mi Amor.