𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 ~ 𝒎𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒚 𝒙 𝒋𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒂

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐭𝐰𝐨 ♥

A/N: It's a long one today, just didn't want to cut out the last bit <3

𝐜 𝐚 𝐦 𝐢 𝐥 𝐚 ' 𝐬  𝐩 𝐨 𝐯 🎬

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"Really?" I asked excitedly as I set down my fork to give Cassie a hug. 

"Yeah! We're going to lunch and then we're going to go to the beach." Cassie smiled, pulling me into her lap.

"I have to get our beach bag together and get everyone's swimsuits, I'll be right back." I squealed, quickly getting out of her lap and walking towards the stairs.

"Forgetting something?" Cassie smirked as I rolled my eyes an ran up to * her.

"I love you."

"I know."

"Cassie stop being such a loser." I said sassily as Cassie gathered the dishes.

"Do losers take their girlfriends to the beach?" Cassie laughed as she chased me upstairs into our room. 

We hung around for a bit until around 11, then we started getting ourselves and the kid's things ready for lunch and the beach. I gathered everyone's outfits and swimsuits and had us coordinate.

"This is perfect." I smiled to myself, having laid out everyone's outfits on the bed, admiring my choices.

"That one's mine?" Cassie asked, pointing to the clothes I chose for her.

"Yeah, look, you have the black top with white bottoms, and I have the white top with black bottoms! Then Avery has a black and white one-piece that matches us!" I said excitedly, picking everything up to show to her.

"I love that you want us all to match, it's cute." 

"Thank you, Wyatt's also wearing his own stuff, he does usually take a nap during that time though, so he might just sleep." I replied as Cassie put her arm around my waist.

"Perfect. I'm going to get everyone up while you finish up, go ahead and get changed so that you won't have to worry about it later."

"Okay!" I called out as she left the room, taking my swimsuit and quickly walking to the bathroom, tying up my hair into a messy bun so it doesn't get in the way when I change.

I pulled my shirt over my head and changed into my top before changing into the bottoms and looking in the mirror at myself. I ran my hand over the scar on my stomach that took months to accept and smile.

I remember my mom telling me I got my first scar when I was around three. I was apparently trying to get into something in my mom's purse, so naturally I climbed on a chair and fell off. My mom told me that she probably cried over more than I did, patching me up with tears.

Other than that, your classic fall of a bike, scrape my knee climbing up a tree, trip and fall, just the basics. But you see, all of those scars leave after a while, they fade.

When I was finally able to stop bandaging my wound from the accident, I remember frowning when I was met with the scar. I was upset that it would have to face the world and be on display in majority of what I wore. I ended up buying mostly new clothes, hiding it and praying at my bedside very night hoping it would fade, but it never did, and it never will.

Looking back on myself, I laugh. I was so concerned that I had something that would stay with me forever. 

The real truth is, most things, people, places, they all leave. They all move on, have new experiences, but scars, they stay. They stay to tell the stories of all those come and gone, whether you want them to or not.