𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 • ᴛɪᴍᴇʙᴏᴍʙ

VI

(Summary of V: Ekko & Powder go out to a cafe to hang out. Ekko gets invited to a dinner party.)

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❝ Of all the things

I can do

on this Earth,

I just want to build

a bridge

from my heart to yours. ❞

A Hope That Will Not Lead Me Astray by Alexandra Vasiliu

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"Ekko, hurry up! We need to go, we're late!"

My mom was the type that didn't like being late, she preferred being an hour early to a minute late. Harsh difference but that's just her.

We were getting ready to go over to Powder's house for a dinner party. She invited me to meet the rest of the family again. I was excited but also nervous.

I wonder what Vi looks like, Mylo, Claggor, Vander. If Powder changed, surely all of them did.

Vi and the others have been in college for 2 years now. Claggor being the idiotic genius he is, he's graduating in a few months, meanwhile, Vi and Mylo have 2 more years left.

I quickly grabbed my pull-string bag and stuffed a pack of balloons inside. We need them for our prank wars. The war plans to last for a week, leaving the others' final week to rest. (They're definitely going to need it.)

I stomped down the stairs, walking over to the shoe rack that rested next to the door, a coat rack placed next to it.

I grabbed my converse, putting them on.

"Why do you wear the same shoes every single day?" Nelson questioned, munching on one of the cookies my mom baked for the party. I jumped at the sound of his booming voice, I wasn't used to hearing him around.

Nelson was my mom's new husband, they recently got married a month ago. Now Nelson is in the process of moving in, boxes of Nelson's clothes resting beside the stairway.

"I feel comfortable in them, Nelson," I grumble. Trust me, Nelson is a nice dude, I just don't trust him.

He's that brown slightly bald-haired dad that would always make chocolate chip pancakes every Saturday morning. He was cool, I just don't trust him. And because of that, I refuse to call him dad. And I will continue refusing for a long time, no matter how many times my mom scolds me.

"I'd advise taking a thicker jacket, son. There's a high chance of snow."

"Of course there is." I huff, stomping back upstairs.

"Maybe try that black winter jacket I got you for your birthday! I haven't seen you wear it!" Nelson sang, loudly humming.

I quickly rummage through my closet, trying to locate where I carelessly dumped the jacket. When I found it, I put it on, not really caring if the price tag is still on or not.