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The two of us finally made it to my house. It was visible from 50 feet away. A huge white mansion, with splashes of beige on some walls, and a giant window just over the large front doors, which showed a view to our gorgeous crystal chandelier.

It was close to 1:30 am now, and I started to lead Anthony to the back of the house.
"Here's my room." I point to two squared white windows, the inside looks abandoned, it's so dark.

Then I walk him over to a larch square of land, that's covered with plastic mulch and outlined with big gray rocks. Where the tree house is. The tree house is in a giant tree that I refuse to ever have cut down, even if the tree house leaves. The tree has wooden stairs connected to it that lead up to the tree house, which honestly looks like a real mini shack. It's that orangey brown wooden plank color, with the same colored roof and even windows! Except the windows aren't real, they're just shaped like windows, but with no glass. It has a white and beige leopard print carpet, a beige bean bag, mini fridge, a desk, and just other things that I guess could belong in a real house.

"Gosh Hannah I knew you were richer than me, but I didn't know you were this rich." He looks pale, full of shock.

"It's not me who's rich, it's just my parents." I whisper, leading him up into the tree house. I tip toe over to a small white and beige basket, which is filled with tons of warm fuzzy blankets.

"Here. There's a variety for you to choose from." I pick one out, and lay it over the carpet. I look around for what I can use for a pillow, until I spot a fox stuffed animal that Joey gave me when we were younger.

"No way you still have this. Are you still in love with him?" Anthony teases.

"What? No! And I was never in love with him. I was like 10." I start to sweat. Little me was most definitely in love with Joey, even if I was super young.

Anthony gives me a look that says I'm not that stupid.

I don't let it bother me though. I'll let Anthony think whatever he wants to think. It was so long ago it hurts my brain to really try and remember why I even liked Joey.

"Okay. I think this is good enough for tonight," I walk over to the small portable heater and turn it on. I haven't used this in forever.

"Do. Not. Touch. This." I warn. If this falls over, it could totally burn this whole thing down.

"Yes ma'ammm." Anthony rolls his eyes at me.

"Alright. Well, goodnight." I say, about to walk out of the tree house. I want to say more, but I'm not sure if he wants to hear it if he's as tired as I am.

"Wait. Thank you, Hannah. I'm actually really happy to have you back in my life." He smiles, and I know this would have been something really hard to say when he was younger, so I shoot him a smile and give him one last meaningful hug for the night.

"Goodnight Anthony."

"Goodnight Hannah."

I creep back into my room through my unlocked window, and light my favorite candle. Toasted vanilla cinnamon bun. It smells so good, and I love the small but great light that candles give off.

As I try to sleep, any time I try to close my eyes, the only thing I can see is Anthony. I've really missed him so much. I'm glad he's back.

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