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Chapter Twenty : Secret secret both gotta keep it

                                    SIERRA.

It's been four days since Denver came to see me at the hospital and I'm beginning to question myself.

Why isn't he even picking my calls? There has to be something wrong. Thankfully I'm getting discharged today so I'll find out when I see him at school, that's if he's even attending classes. The doctor prescribes some medicine for me and advises me to avoid heavy activities blah blah blah and we're out of there. Brittney came to pick me today, skipping school and I've never been more grateful because I'm not sure if I can drive. We enter her car that actually belongs to her mom who lent it to her since she didn't go to work today.

"So now that you're out of hospital slash prison, where do you wanna go first?" Britt asks with a mischievous smile and I laugh.   "Honestly, I am really tired and I just wanna go home and sleep." I smile apologetically for ruining the moment and Britt deflates in disappointment but she gets an understanding look on her face.    "Okay I'll drive you home....but that doesn't mean I'm going to school after this." She declares and I raise an eyebrow in confusion.    "Where are you gonna be?" I ask and she smirks. Uh oh.    "Your house." She replies confidently with her nose in the air. In another circumstance, that would be funny but now, now it's not and I try to mask my reluctance with a giddy smile but failing miserably. I just look out through the window as she drives. I'll keep directing her if she has forgotten the way  from when the group came to my house when I was back from New York. That seems like a long looong time ago. I had planned to transfer some cameras from downstairs to upstairs since people may get suspicious with all the cameras and face scanners. I don't want people getting suspicious. How could I forget to do that? Ugh. I direct her as we go until we're parked just infront of my condo.

"Here we are." I try to sound enthusiastic and thankfully Britt doesn't notice my forgery. I open the door with the eye scanner I got installed two weeks ago just for more security. Dad sent his men and they did it for me. Come to think of it, I last talked to my parents two weeks back and that feels odd. I've never taken that long without talking to them so I make a mental note to call them tonight. Brittney and I enter the house but I don't think she notices the cameras since she just runs for the couch and once she's comfortable, she turns to me.

"Any food? I'm starved. I could help you cook if you want." She tells me. Phew thank God.

"Thank you Britt. Really. Now follow me to the kitchen and I'll show you everything." We walk to the relatively big kitchen and I show her where all the bowls, cutlery and ingredients are before I hop onto the stool next to the kitchen counter looking at her.

"What are we cooking?" She asks.   "I dunno. What do you wanna eat?" I ask since I can't pick.

"Um....let's make spaghetti and meatballs, yeah?" Her eyes light up as she asks in excitement. I guess Britt's favourite dish is spaghetti and meatballs. I laugh at her childish excitement and nod vigorously in a childish way too.

"Yes." Britt fist bumps the air and I shake my head laughing.   "You're something else sis." I comment nolonger worried about the cameras.We begin right away to collect all the ingredients we need and the kitchenware too as we blast music through my phone. We sing at the top of our voices as we cook and I waddle around on my crutches. The doctor gave them to me saying that I should use them until I can stand on my own without pain shooting through my whole leg. It's stressing though, to need crutches to go the bathroom and everywhere else but I'll get used to it.

We finish cooking within an hour and half since our concert went on longer than we expected. Britt serves the both of our plates equally and we sit down to enjoy our meal.   "Mmh this is heavenly. You know, we should audition for chopped. I think we'll win." Britt says with a mouthful of food and I laugh.   "We sure are good cooks." I agree. We eat our food in comfortable silence with only the sound of forks hitting the plates in the air before Britt puts her fork down, looking around.