"This isn't you Cade." My voice is small.
I don't know if I'll ever understand why he suddenly changed, but I'm grateful he did. Whatever happened to him is a benefit to what is happening to us right now.
Cade tucks the strands of my hair that fall...
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"Does that ever hurt you?" My Dad points to my face, which makes me realize he means my septum nose piercing.
"No." I laugh out, but concern is still present on his face. It's been 2 years already since I did it and it surprises me how he still hasn't gotten use to it.
"Please pass me the wings." My Mom ask. I give the bowl of fried chicken wings to my Mom, while she chuckled, witnessing my Dad still looking at me with concern.
"Remind me why we let her get that piercing again?" My Dad ask my Mom and both of us laugh.
"Mainly because I'm your only child and you'll do anything for me." I point out sweetly and he smiles in defeat.
In a family of three, it's expected to find dinner boring or even quiet. But somehow, my parents always seem to make the time we spend together worthwhile and interesting.
"How was your first day at school?" My Mom ask me. I shove a fork-full of greens into my mouth, ready to answer but my dad did instead.
"Let me guess...boring?" I nod without looking at him.
We continue our dinner like every other day, laughing and chatting every once in a while. We finished dinner, then moved to the living room.
"I'm heading to bed, goodnight guys." I say to my parents, getting up from the couch where I've been sitting as we watched a family TV show.
"Goodnight." They both say in unison.
I take a quick shower before going to bed. I wiggle into my duvet, adjusting myself into the most comfortable position.
Just as my eyes close, a ding comes from my phone. I wanted to ignore it, but I still stretched my hands to grab it from the nightstand anyway.
I was expecting a message from Ophelia, instead it was a notification from my Instagram, which indicates a follow from Zayn Briggs.
I stare at it blankly, before placing my phone back down.
First he follows Ophelia, now me.
It's not like it's a big deal or anything, but we've all been going to the same school since we were little and we've hardly said a word to each.
I don't know about Ophelia, but I'm not even sure I've spoken to him. That's why it's sorta surprising that he's following us socially or waving at us in the hallway out of the blue.
