007

45 2 6
                                    

RAYVIN JONES

I cover my mouth and close my eyes as tears come to the surface. I open them and smile. "Wave and starfish." I mutter. Kay and Lay smile. "Your room also matches it. Pink LEDs and blue carpet that oddly matches." Cheryl says. I laugh. "You pick the paint and we'll help."

"Thank you all. I owe you a lot." I say as we do a group hug. We turn and I smile at all of them. "Hello to you all I'm Rayvin Jones." A woman gets up and hugs me. "I'm Keri Seavey." I smile. "She's warm." I mutter aloud. "I'm Anna, this is Christian and Tyler." I smile and shake all of their hands.

"I'm Myta and this is my husband Josh and our two little ones Reese and Ryan." another woman says as she hugs me. I was surprised as the little girl who looked exactly like Zach and Myta hugs me. "Hello Rayvin." I smile and hug her back. "Hi Reese."

"I'm Kirstin and ha is my husband Darrin and my daughters Sydnie, Ava and Isla." I smile at them and watch as Isla walks over to me. "How old are you twenty one." I say with a smile. "TWENTY ONE!?" they shout.

"Yeah, he old did you think I was?" Isla smiles. "Eighteen." I giggle. "Thanks for saying I look 5 years younger than I do." Kay and Lay laugh. "How old are you, you look fifteen." she laughs. "I'm twelve." I stand wide eyed. "Now, god has done me wrong." I whisper and Kay starts laughing.

"I'm deadass, I was lookin like a rat. And I was the shortest in the entire grade. I looked like I belonged in fifth grade." I say and Isla laughs. "GOD HAS DONE ME WRONG!" I shout. "I'm gonna die lookin 5'6 1/2." everyone laughs.

"How tall are you." I glare at Daniel. "5'6 1/2. I've been 5'6 1/2 for two years now." He loses it and started laughing even more.

"I'm Saskia and the is my daughter Ashley and son Jordan" I smile and hug Ashley back as she dove in for a hug. "It's nice to meet you all." I say. "My family is in our hometown. You'll meet them soon." a heavy yet sweet voice says. I hear a snicker as I turn to the owner of the voice. Jonah. Well damn.

𝟏 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃, 𝟑 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 -𝘑.𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴Where stories live. Discover now