She has always been alone, if you exclude her grandpa and books of course.
He has always been surrounded by people, never mind them not being good for him.
One little mistake at fifteen has brought him to her stomping ground.
She's a bibliophile...
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Me: you up?
Jade: NO.
Me: Are you being a grump again?
Jade: no.
Me: oh wow no caps, PROGRESS.
Jade: shut up. Jade: what did you want?
Me: what are you doing?
Jade: reading.
Me: it's two am woman, control your addiction.
Jade: I don't do what I don't want to do.
Me: figured. Me: I was bored can u ft?
Jade: no.
Me: stop being an ice queen.
Jade: fine.
I immediately call her on FaceTime.
"What do you want?" She answers, her Winnie The Pooh pjs peeking my interest, "if you say anything about my pajamas I will end you."
I started laughing so hard my stomach started hurting.
"You're adorable when you're angry. What happened grumps? Why are you so grumpy?" I settled down a little.
"My book has a horrible ending." She stated.
"What happened?" I ask.
"She freaking died, how could someone be so psychotic and sadistic to make me read five hundred pages and get attached to the character so much and then bam she dies." She huffs adorably.
"The traitor." I gasp.
"I know right?" She settles her head against her headboard.
"Did your rant help?" I ask.
"Yes." She grumbles.
"Good." I smile, "what are you doing now?"
"Trying not to cry." She replies.
"Cry."
"Huh?" She asks.
"It's good for you," I reply. "Almost after every practice I cry." I admit.
"You do?" She asks.
"Yep." I nod.
Coach pushes us way too hard and I cry out of pain not sadness but it's okay. Real men cry.
"I'm not gonna just start crying in front of you." She whispered.
"You don't have to do it in front of me." I reply.
"No I'm fine I don't need to cry." She smiles over at me.
