11 - Amelia

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It was 7pm of the same day and Lauren had just come home from work. I was waiting for her in her room.

"Hey, why were you with Noah?" I asked.

She looked at me in surprise. "We were just walking to homeroom."

"He isn't even in your homeroom."

"Yeah, but he also offered to walk me there," Lauren answered, throwing her bag beside me.

I rolled my eyes. "So he offered to buy you milk too?

Lauren chuckled. "That was from Spencer, not Noah. Why?"

I stood up. Why didn't I check the facts before accusing them? "Right. Listen, you and Noah are from different worlds. Steer clear of him, okay?"

Lauren took a seat and her desk and gave me a look. Just then, Father walked in.

"Hey Lauren, we waited to eat dinner with you. It'll be ready soon. Come on down."

After he left, Lauren put down her phone with a sigh.

"What is it?" I asked.

Lauren looked at me, smiling slightly. "You're so lucky you have a dad as nice as he is."

"What do you mean?"

"My dad was great too but yours is a whole other level. He's always so cheery and nice. Sometimes it frightens me how he's in a good mood all the time," Lauren laughed.

"Well, what was your dad like?" I genuinely wanted to know.

Lauren bit her lip. "He was always distracted with work. That's why he left mom and I too. To pursue some new job that mom didn't want him to do."

"Well, working hard is a good thing I guess." I immediately regretted what I said the second it came out of my mouth.

Lauren stood up, too. "You just don't understand how it feels to have a parent leave you!"

I scowled. "I understand completely. My mom passed away when I was young, remember?"

She paused. I could tell on her face she had forgotten about my past. "Ohmygosh. I'm sorry. I forgot."

"It's okay. Whatever. I just wanted to tell you I've been through the same thing. I know how it feels.'

Lauren nodded. "Well, thanks. I appreciate it. We should go down now."

"Yeah, Fa..." I started, then paused. "Father's waiting. Come on."

Lauren grinned and followed me out the door. I may not have accepted her completely, but I was getting used to having her around.

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