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“What’s wrong with him?”
“Don’t worry about it.” He grabbed my chin, locking my gaze with his. “You look really pretty.”
I smiled. “Thanks. I feel, I don’t know, different I guess. I’m still one of you. You know that right?”
He smiled back at me. It comforted me in a moment of pure chaos. Lucas had taken his hurricane with him, but this time Jacob held me down and I wasn’t dragged along with him. It wouldn’t be that way always, and somewhere along the way I learned to appreciate it when I could.
“Of course. Except now you’ll be much nicer to look at.”
I punched him in the chest.
Laughing he said, “Ah! There she is, finally making an appearance under all that hair.” He put his arm around my shoulder. “Come on, let’s go finish eating.”
I spent the rest of the day with the boys, minus Lucas. No one talked about the fact that he wasn’t around. Dylan walked me home and before I opened the door, I felt him. The wind picked up, his presence was all around me. I didn’t have to turn around to know that he waited for me, and he had been waiting for me for a long time.
That night would lead to many more firsts that only added to our complicated love.
She descended down the stairs. “Hi,” she shyly whispered when she stepped onto the last step.
I reached out my hand for her. “I want to show you something.”
She placed her hand in mine, and I helped her onto the handlebars of my bike. She tucked her dress in between her thighs and nodded when she was ready. We rode a few miles from her house, heading in the opposite direction we usually traveled. I parked my bike near the back of the abandoned house, making sure no one would see it.
“Where are we, Bo?” Even though she wore a dress, she still jumped off the front of my bike, making me grin.
“Come on.”
I led her up the wooden stairs, having to shove the patio door a little to get it to open, it made a scraping sound on the floor, the hinges old and rusted. I stood by the door wanting to take in her surprised expression. She slowly treaded all around the room, her eyes fluttering every which way. Alex loved the different architecture when it came to the homes that were right on the water. There was nothing else like it in Oak Island, we were known for our beachfront properties. I knew she would love the open floor plan, the bay windows toward the water, the tray ceilings, and the open decks throughout the entire house. Anywhere you stood in the three-story house you could see the water.
Her face really lit up when she saw the fireplace, they were a rare find around here.
“Wow. Whose house is this?” she asked, her voice echoing on the vaulted ceilings.
“No ones.”
She glanced over at me, baffled. “No ones? The house is almost done. Why would someone leave it like this?”
“My dad said something about it being a new construction property and they ran out of money so they abandoned it.”
“Oh.” I could see her mind spinning, and I knew it had nothing to do with the house.
“You look beautiful,” I stated, taking her away from her thoughts, hoping that it would work. I didn’t want to have it out with her, not here. I wanted this to be our safe place, where we were away from the world and everything that went along with it.
“I know I didn’t say it earlier, but that doesn’t mean it’s not true.”
She lowered her head, all of a sudden shy. “Thanks, Bo.”
“I’m really sorry, Half-Pint.”
She immediately raised her staggered eyes to me. “What are you apologizing for?”
“What am I not apologizing for?” It came out as a question but it wasn’t.
“Do you like her?”
“No,” I replied, shaking my head, silently hoping she would believe me.
“You don’t have to lie to me. You’re allowed to like girls, Bo. I mean she’s pretty and stuff.”
“You’re pretty.”
I could tell I caught her off guard. We didn’t have this type of friendship, where I would call her
“Don’t worry about it.” He grabbed my chin, locking my gaze with his. “You look really pretty.”
I smiled. “Thanks. I feel, I don’t know, different I guess. I’m still one of you. You know that right?”
He smiled back at me. It comforted me in a moment of pure chaos. Lucas had taken his hurricane with him, but this time Jacob held me down and I wasn’t dragged along with him. It wouldn’t be that way always, and somewhere along the way I learned to appreciate it when I could.
“Of course. Except now you’ll be much nicer to look at.”
I punched him in the chest.
Laughing he said, “Ah! There she is, finally making an appearance under all that hair.” He put his arm around my shoulder. “Come on, let’s go finish eating.”
I spent the rest of the day with the boys, minus Lucas. No one talked about the fact that he wasn’t around. Dylan walked me home and before I opened the door, I felt him. The wind picked up, his presence was all around me. I didn’t have to turn around to know that he waited for me, and he had been waiting for me for a long time.
That night would lead to many more firsts that only added to our complicated love.
She descended down the stairs. “Hi,” she shyly whispered when she stepped onto the last step.
I reached out my hand for her. “I want to show you something.”
She placed her hand in mine, and I helped her onto the handlebars of my bike. She tucked her dress in between her thighs and nodded when she was ready. We rode a few miles from her house, heading in the opposite direction we usually traveled. I parked my bike near the back of the abandoned house, making sure no one would see it.
“Where are we, Bo?” Even though she wore a dress, she still jumped off the front of my bike, making me grin.
“Come on.”
I led her up the wooden stairs, having to shove the patio door a little to get it to open, it made a scraping sound on the floor, the hinges old and rusted. I stood by the door wanting to take in her surprised expression. She slowly treaded all around the room, her eyes fluttering every which way. Alex loved the different architecture when it came to the homes that were right on the water. There was nothing else like it in Oak Island, we were known for our beachfront properties. I knew she would love the open floor plan, the bay windows toward the water, the tray ceilings, and the open decks throughout the entire house. Anywhere you stood in the three-story house you could see the water.
Her face really lit up when she saw the fireplace, they were a rare find around here.
“Wow. Whose house is this?” she asked, her voice echoing on the vaulted ceilings.
“No ones.”
She glanced over at me, baffled. “No ones? The house is almost done. Why would someone leave it like this?”
“My dad said something about it being a new construction property and they ran out of money so they abandoned it.”
“Oh.” I could see her mind spinning, and I knew it had nothing to do with the house.
“You look beautiful,” I stated, taking her away from her thoughts, hoping that it would work. I didn’t want to have it out with her, not here. I wanted this to be our safe place, where we were away from the world and everything that went along with it.
“I know I didn’t say it earlier, but that doesn’t mean it’s not true.”
She lowered her head, all of a sudden shy. “Thanks, Bo.”
“I’m really sorry, Half-Pint.”
She immediately raised her staggered eyes to me. “What are you apologizing for?”
“What am I not apologizing for?” It came out as a question but it wasn’t.
“Do you like her?”
“No,” I replied, shaking my head, silently hoping she would believe me.
“You don’t have to lie to me. You’re allowed to like girls, Bo. I mean she’s pretty and stuff.”
“You’re pretty.”
I could tell I caught her off guard. We didn’t have this type of friendship, where I would call her
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