Undeniable

Undeniable - Chapter 3

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hows it coming so far, chicklets?!

not gonna lie, I'm actually super pumped about the plot to come :) so prepare yourselves for the epicness

Sorry I didn't do an author's note at the end of chappy dos; i was tired. and, it was like 11 o'clock, which isn't that crazy for me, but I was freaking poooooped.

ummm, soooo, hope you like this, spread the word, hopefully more people will read this and like it because thats why I'm writing it :D

So please comment any suggestions, concerns, praise, and constructive critisicm cuzzz... i need some plot ideas ;)

Enjoy Chapter 333333333333!!!

~simply_lovely1234567

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"Jos?"

Charlotte's voice echoed through our house.

The house I lived in was your standard beach house. We had beachy everything, pretty much.

There was beach curtains and beach paintings and ceramic starfish - just what you would expect of a beach town home.

I walked to the top of the stairs.

"Yeah?"

"Can you go help Mrs. King move some stuff in their house? I would but I really need to go to pilates because I haven't been in a week or so."

Char likes pilates.

"Alright, sure."

I threw on a tank over my bikini top and slid on flip flops and knocked on the door of the King's house.

Lisa was carrying a laundry basket in her left hand and opened the door.

"Oh, hey, thanks, Josie. We have some boxes that I really need to move and Mark's at work..."

"No problem, Mrs. King."

She flashed me a greatful smile. "The boxes are in there, they're all labeled, so if you could just put them in the rooms they need to go in, that would be amazing."

I nodded and smiled.

The Morrison house that I knew so well looked so... empty. You walk in the door, there's stairs to your left, a family room straight ahead, and to the right is the kitchen. There was a blue couch, a chair, and a TV mounted over a fire place. Other than that, there was just boxes.

I ran a hand through my hair and walked over to the pile of boxes in the corner of the room.

They were labeled, just like Lisa said.

The one that caught my eye was the one labeled "Thomas's Room". I immediately picked it up and carried it to the room with boyish bedspread.

I hoped he wasn't home.

I put the box down, stood up, and didn't move for a second.

I couldn't.

I had to.

No.

Yes.

I looked in the box.

He had pictures from Tuscaloosa, a baseball, and... books? What?

I wouldn't pick him out to be a book kind of guy.

He had a bobblehead hula dancer, like the kind you find in a big truck. A little surf board, which I appreciated. Head phones, more pictures, and a big picture of him with a huge group of other kids.