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13.

13. snowflake
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"DAD, WHAT ARE YOU doing here?" I heard Van say. "You're supposed to be out of town."

"That wasn't the greeting I was hoping to get," his father spat, "why are you all sweaty?"

"Working out," Van lied, I could hear the venom in his voice. I never knew how much he disliked his father. "What are you doing here?" I heard a sharp crack and I realized that it was a hit. I covered my mouth, not wanting to make noise.

"This is my house! Do not disrespect me like that!" Van's father said sternly.

"Yes, sir," I heard Van mumble.

"If you must know, I'm only here to pick something up. A package should've come by, where is it?"

"I'll get it for you." I heard footsteps coming closer but then vanishing again, the package must've been in the kitchen.

"Useless," his father spat before slamming the door. A few seconds later, the bedroom light switched on.

"You're all good, Eddie. I'm so sorry about that." I crawled out from under the bed and saw a red mark on his cheek. I came closer and carefully touched his face.

"I'm sorry, Van," I sighed. "I could've got you into trouble."

"Please don't leave," he begged, "I hate spending my nights without you." I kissed his jaw and nodded.

"Want me to make you some food?" I asked as he wrapped his hands around my waist, resting his forehead on mine as I clung on his neck.

"Yes please," he muttered. Tonight was a lot. Hell, this whole day was fucking tiring. "I wish I could be with you every day," he whispered as we walked into the kitchen.

"I could come by every weekend?" I suggested, grabbing the pancake batter and the other needed ingredients.

"You look cute," he smiled, taking his seat. "I'm just still horny right now. I'll give you another kiss if you take off your shirt."

"A kiss does sound tempting," I smirked, walking over to him and taking off my shirt. He kissed the centre of my chest before kissing my lips. I loved how gentle he was.

"If you let me keep your shirt I'll give you one of mine." I handed it to him and went back to mixing the batter. "Is there anyone you're seeing? At your school?"

"No," I lied.

"What about the guy you nearly hooked up with?" Van asked, confused. Shit, I forgot I told him about Conan.

"Oh yeah, that's Conan. He's sweet. Do you mind?" He sat, thinking, resting his elbows in the counter.

"I don't mind. But if I were to see you every day, I'm not going to lie, I'd be jealous." I loved how honest Van was, he was a great person.

"What about you?" I asked, flipping over the pancake in the pan. "Do you have your eyes on anyone?"

"No, not yet. They're not as gorgeous as you," he winked. "I also don't pay attention to anyone at school. I feel kind of lost without you and Belle. I still go out at night though."

"Yeah?" I asked, handing him a pancake. "What do you do?"

"I found that spray painting helps calm my nerves. It's weird. I can show you something I'm working on if you want, after we eat all these pancakes," he offered with a mouthful. "With you as dessert." After I finished the batter, I sat down with him, eating a few pancakes myself.

We spent the night talking and just telling each other what happened the past week. I felt like so much had happened in only seven days. "Come," Van said, grabbing my hand after we put the leftovers in the fridge. He handed me one of his hoodies before exiting his apartment. The hoodie was soft and dark blue, it had his last name of the butt, he got it from his Volleyball team.