"Kylee! Come sit with me!", she hollers. I waddle over to her awkwardly through the middle row between the bus seats plopping down in relief when I get there. Happy that I wouldn’t be sitting alone, I couldn’t help but smile.
"Really, Lilac?" Landon fumes as he walks up behind me, momentarily distracting me from picking out something to wear.
Then we walk to my room together and he leaps gracefully onto the tall platform bed to wait some more.
"Looking at you? Really, I look at you?" He asked confused in a good way.
Graydon nods. “We’ll start with the wine and appetizers.” At last, the server is gone. How nice to sit here in silence. “So tell me… how’s the writing going?” I take several breaths. To not sound desperate is the goal. “I wrote most of the afternoon, but I’m not quite there
He takes them out of my hand and looks through the bag . He looks up at me and wines “You at all the red ones.” I giggle at his frown that has replaced his usual smirk. Oh Gosh he's even cute when he frowns. “You think I'm cute?” I slap my hand over my mouth after realizing that I just said it out loud. His sexy smirk returns as he lets out an amused
“How’s Olly’s dad?” my mother asks as soon as I open the car door. “He um… well, he passed away today,” I respond quietly as I climb into the seat.
He clasps his hands behind his back, head held high. “Let me speak to him.”
"Please Apparently coming to school without supplies is as pedestrian as breathing is for him. I nod without turning around. I pull out my pencil bag specifically used for people who lose their pencils and pens. I take out a Dora the Explorer pencil with bite marks and hand it to him over my shoulder. I can almost see the grimace he makes as he takes it from me.
You shake your head. You kiss his forehead and leave to change into pajamas and wash up. When you come back, he's already asleep, still in his work clothes, and you roll your eyes, slide under the blankets next to him, and hug him until you drift off,
“I don’t know. I haven’t checked my phone.” I blanch at the thought of having to speak to him, and the realization that he’s probably listened to the message by now. He’s probably decided to never speak to me again.
I know she's with Angelo right now, I'm looking at his car. The clattering of glasses in the background and the sound of people talking filters through the phone. “Are you at a bar or something?”
“H-Hello?” I stutter. I’m slightly scared I don’t know where he is and… What if he’s dead? What if someone broke into the house and killed him?
At this he smiles, “Sorry baby, not gonna happen. This time you’ve just gotta wait and see.” We go back and forth like this for a little while until my breathing slows to a
Unsure how to respond, I nod once, then lean back on my palms, curling my legs to the side of me. “So, why did you bring me here?”