Two teenagers drowning in their own emotions.
She was the 'I'm fine' type of girl.
He was the 'no you not, tell me what happened' type of boy.
Could I make it more obvious?
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Nana was a very classy women so it was no surprise that her home was too. The mansion had an Italian interior with brick walls. It gave you like an old money type of house vibe. The wide grass still greener than ever.
A sense of deja vu washes over me, picturing my younger self laughing as I climbed the big oak tree. Nana watching me play from the patio. Nothing seems different even though it's been eight years.
"You grew up in such a lovely home." Heaven complimented from beside me, quietly observing the house.
"Nana always kept it very well kept." I take out the house key from my pocket. "Now thinking of it we would always either be out in the garden or cooking something together." I open the door. Every little memory I had in this house rushing back into my head. Every little thing still there, left untouched.
You can do this.
I look over to Heaven who is smiling down at a photo that is hung on the wall. It's a picture of Nana and I at Santa Monica pier, I was holding a blue cotton candy in my right hand, holding Nanas hand with my other.
"That was such a fun day." I sigh. "We were the whole day there, even though Nana was great at carnival games she would never admit that I was the expert in that department." I chuckle lightly.
"I'll be waiting for a ultimate carnival competition than Jensen." She jokes. As we start to walk deeper inside of the house.
"Okay but don't get bitter when I beat you." I tease. We stop by the staircase for a moment, I debate if we should go up and see. We came here to revise the memories of the past. So it wouldn't make sense to not go up.
I take Heavens hand in mine, interlocking our fingers together as we walk up the stairs.
"This is my ten year old selves room." I state, before slowly opening my old bedroom door. Everything still in place, dark blue walls, football trophies on my top shelf, a whole bookshelf, blue bedsheets with white pillows, study desk. Everything in its order just they way I liked it.
"Wow. Who knew ten year old Caden Jensen was such a neat freak?" She teases, looking around the room.
"Kinda weird how everything is just how I left it." I take in my old room. "And aren't all kids supposed to be neat freaks?"
"No. Kids usually are such a mess." She lets out a soft laugh, that sounds so angelic that I want to hear forever. "Or maybe you were that one weird kid."
"I wasn't a weird kid." I exclaim. "I just was an organized person." I smile at her.
"Nah but you seem like a cool kid." Her mouth quirks up. "I don't know about now though."
"I was always cool to be around." I walk around my room. Smiling sadly when I see a drawing that I made of Nana and I in the garden smiling at the roses.
