ed, before it all came rushing back- the move, the awkward
ng downstairs. The voices hit me before I even stepped into the kitchen- my mom's bright and chipper tone, P
rway, suddenly feeling
when she spotted me. "Good mo
trick barely glanced at me, busy buttering a piece of toast. But his pr
ded me, her eyes sparkling like it was the
ed. "Do we re
ning look. "Yes. It's
a tiny pang of solidari
ell to his shoulders and jeans that looked like they'd been lived in. He caught me looking once, and our
filled with sleek furniture and way too many people in designer clothes. Mom introduced me to a carous
't ditch me, though he looke
rning to him, "how are you adjus
tensed. "It's.
y mimosa, barely cov
us. "I'm sure you two will
, I wondered if he was about to make some snide comment. But he sur
unch hell. Patrick and I ended up in the backseat of his dad's
something,"
h with the Stepford Wiv
glance at him. "Thanks for not thr
, serious. "You d
he said it-quiet, firm
s time. Easier. Like maybe, just maybe, we were start
he car for a second, watching Patrick as he headed tow
sked, raisin
ickly, brushing past
t all. And deep down, I knew it was only
-
busy, though my thoughts kept circling back to Patrick- his quiet strength, h
round me as a cool breeze brushed against my skin. The sky was streaked with soft pink and gold
iliar voice drawl
orframe, hands shoved into his pockets. His eyes, usual
ted with a small smi
g the door click shut behi
, staring out at the quiet yard. The silence between us fe
it first. "Y
perfect life or anything, but... it was fa
lt the same when my dad married you
ed by the honesty. "You d
invisible point in the distanc
re was something oddly comforting about standing there
ll get used to it," he said, voice low. "And... if anyone
rds hanging between us,
hispered, mee
of us- the quiet, the closeness, the warmth of his arm brushin
head in before they
he spell bre
s we went our separate ways- him to his room, me to mine- I couldn't shake the feeling that
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