Wildflowers

Chapter 30- Good thing daddy made me get a boating licence when I was 15.

Myles, August 21st

It's Monday but it has no Monday feeling. I'm tying up my shoelaces while Alex waits for me, sitting on stool.

I see from the corner of my eye that Lucas sits on her lap and I standing up right, shaking my head at them.

I trudge over, shove Lucas away and sit on her lap instead. Alex brings her arms around my waist. "You're acting like a babygirl"

"What the fuck?" I scrunch up my face.

"What?" Lucas stands up. "What's up your ass?" Lucas chuckles barely humorously.

I shrug and look at my girl, turning a little so I can put my arm around her shoulders. "I have never sat on her lap before"

Alex raises her eyebrows at me questioningly. I probably have.

"We got to go now" She gives me one last squeeze and pushes me away, standing up. 

It's a twenty-minute walk to the train station from our home, Lucas comes to send us away.

All of us are actually shut the fuck up the whole way.

When I give Lucas a quick side hug, throwing my arm around his shoulders, he mutters, "You even smell like her"

He gets a light jab to his ribs.

I see Alex swallow thickly before she hugs Lucas goodbye, still holding back the tears when they let go of each other.

Lucas waves at us vigorously when the train doors slide close, I know the dude is going to bawl any second now.

I send him a text that he can call and message us anytime he wants to or needs to.

I buy us the tickets and we find seats. Alex takes the window seat, so she can look out to the view, I take one beside her so I can look at her even though she hates when I stare. We sit just like the last time.

Tears slide down her face and I grab her shoulder, turning her to face me.

I furrow my eyebrows.

"I miss him already" she finally confesses after few moments of trying to brush me away.

I pull her to my chest.

She sighs, wiping at her eyes, that are glazed over, glimmering. The outer of her irises turn prominently green when she cries or is sad, upset. "God...Fuck, I hate crying in public"

"Yeah, but you don't give a shit anyways" I encourage.

She cracks a smile, and nods, "You're right"

Her expression saddens again, and her mouth turns downwards, "God knows when I'm gonna see Lucas again"

I rub my thumbs under her eyes and pull her back to me. "He can come visit on fall break or something"

"Yeah" she sighs. "I didn't know I'd become this attached to him"

"Good thing I booked you a psychologist session so you could get yourself checked out. Bipolar or some shit?"

She elbows me in the stomach but smacks a kiss to my head nevertheless and pulls out her book.

So, I look at her.

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Alexandra, August 24th

Our last week in Waverly.