Without Words

20- Promises

A/N: A long chapter with some very emotional scenes.

A soft knock interrupted them.

"Katelyn?" She asked, unsure.

"It's Dan." Elle immediately stood up to open the door and was greeted by a tower of Tupperware container.

"You look different."

"Haha." Dan grumbled from behind the tower. "I figured you would be here and since we didn't manage to have dinner properly, both of you might have gotten hungry."

I took some of the containers and looked at my studio. It might have been better than before but I doubt it would be a nice place to eat. It still smelled like paint and the oil and turpentine didn't make it better. Dan sensed my dilemma.

"I brought my car. Want to have a picnic?"

My eyes lit up and I turned to Matt pleadingly. He just shook his head but I saw a hint of smile. "Piers Park?"

"I haven't gone there yet. Yes please." I chirped, excited. I always loved the view in Piers Park, especially at night. "I hope you brought blankets and a jacket Dan because I'm freezing."

"Always so bossy."

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"Eat the yams first." Dan ordered and I took a big bite obediently. We were in a park bench overlooking the Boston waterfront skyline. The leftover Thanksgiving dinner in front of us, Dan even packed the potpourri. "You'll be staying at our guest room in the meantime. Your mom threw your things out."

I almost choked on the yam. If Dan thinks the yams could have dampened my shock, he was wrong.

"What the hell?" Matt yelled angrily. "She has no right."

"I don't want to go into details but you would have been impressed with the catfight that ensued." Dan leaned back and I suddenly notice how exhausted he looked. "Caroline saw your things outside and she literally challenged your mom for a smack down. This was somehow heard by my mom who was packing the leftovers and within seconds, there were slapping, scratching, shouting and..."

"We get the picture." I gently interrupted and traced the outside of a small scratch mark at the side of his neck. "I hope you got this disinfected."

"I did." He smiled thoughtfully, grabbing my hand and massaging it gently. "Dad had it worse; he got a shoe thrown on his head."

I frowned. "I'm sorry."

"I told you, Elle, it not your fault." Matt quickly countered, placing more candied yams in front of me. "We should be the one apologizing. Me more than everyone else."

"To be fair, your mom should be the one apologizing the most." Dan corrected, it seems he's also mad that she burned the letters meant for him.

I just laughed sourly. "Not going to happen soon if she threw my things out."

"I'm going to talk to her."

"I think you would make it worse." I commented, giving him a sour look. "You're not exactly in full control of your temper and you did just punch a tree a while ago, poor thing."

"She told everyone you should have died." Matt gritted out.

"Technically, she said I should have been in the car." I tried to make light of the situation. "It could mean anything."

He snapped me with a glare and I sighed. "I told you, I got used to it over the months."

"You're not exactly making me feel any better."