40. making it rain

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Sydney Bay Janes Four months later. . .

I woke up one September morning. A reminder popped up on my phone screen, telling me it's Delaney's birthday. We hadn't spoken in two months after the last time I went over there and she tried throwing a plate at my head. I so tried the whole peaceful, supportive thing as I'm all she had left, but the woman was mental.

I texted her, though:


happy birthday! :)


Short and simple, but sweet, I think. That way she can't say I didn't reach out, and if she's in her right mind, she'll reply and maybe we can begin to patch things up.

Finn's six months old, big, and loved to take up space in Will's bed which he hated.

"Finn," Will whistled, entering his bedroom, "down." See?

Finn made that noise dogs make when they're sad and confused, it was so cute, and leapt from the mattress.

"Meanie," I pouted.

"You spoil him," Will grumbled at the mirror, getting dressed.

"Do not," I argued. Yes I do.

"Yes you do," Will said back. He knows me well.

*

After a shower, I ran downstairs with Finn.

Although I felt comfortable enough, I didn't leave any of my things at Wilson's other than a toothbrush and like, small things. I wasn't about to start moving in, imposing. Things were great as is, I seriously had no complaints.

Miranda texted the group chat:

we back on for tonight???


She had broken her foot three months ago and was terrified to do anything on it even after the doctor's healed her. That's why we postponed the big show. Plus, it gave us time to establish ourselves in a different place as a new business. She and Karina were new to business and event planning so they went through a lot of training, but they're naturals and had a good teacher in Chyna.

Lana, Rielle, and Amber tried reaching out to apologize a few times, they went ignored. Chyna and I didn't need people like them in our lives anymore. My guess was Tony used and abused them and they wanted out, realizing I was right.


Hunter was back in school and rectified his relationship with Malena who definitely peaked last school year, sorry to say. But they're happy.

He had his permit now and in a couple of months, his license. He also made the football team this year, varsity, so he felt like hot shit.

His mother on the other hand, kept to herself. After she and Will got in this huge argument the last time, she was never mentioned or showed her face again. Hunter got in a fight during a summer festival in town where Wilson's parents had a booth and the cops cuffed him. It got way out of hand for a fight between two teen boys over nothing, and they tried taking him to the station. Well, Anna was there and when Hunter tried calling out for her help, Anna tried to bail with her date. She didn't want her "client" knowing she had a child, and couldn't be caught by the police. When Wilson caught her trying to sneak off, he asked why she wouldn't help bail out her son, she had the money. She was stuck between trying to console a traumatized Hunter, and comfort her pimp.
The man got in Will's face for the way he yelled at Anna, belittling her for being a horrible person and mother -- as he should because she is-- so they started going at it. I'd never seen Will so angry, I didn't even know he had that in him. I could tell he was trying his hardest not to fight, Diane on the side screaming, "Wilson, remember who you are. You're above this now!" I wondered what that meant, perhaps Will used to be a fighter. I'll admit, I think it's hot. Although, I love the much more laxed version of my boyfriend. His heart was in the right place, though, defending Hunter.
The cops tried diffusing the situation as the fireworks and loud music had came to a halt, but not before Anna slapped Wilson across the face because her man left her and paid her nothing.
Will, a good human, didn't even flinch. He looked unphased at that pathetic smack. Me, on the other hand, I was going to punch her. I'd never had to physically fight before, but I was going to win one that day.
Will stopped me, though. He grabbed my hand, apologized to his parents and their dear friend, the mayor, and took me home.

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