"This isn't you Cade." My voice is small.
I don't know if I'll ever understand why he suddenly changed, but I'm grateful he did. Whatever happened to him is a benefit to what is happening to us right now.
Cade tucks the strands of my hair that fall...
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"You swear you won't cry again, show me pity or be mad at me?" Freya looks up at me through her lashes, making pouty lips. She's sitting in-between my legs, with her back against my chest.
We have moved from sitting on the hood of her car to sitting on the bare field's ground.
If it was anyone else talking to me about crying, I'd probably die from embarrassment.
"I swear on Mrs Ripley." I raise my hand like I'm making a pledge and she laughs.
Freya's lips cracks into a smile, before she speaks. "Who is Mrs Ripley?" She arches a brow at me.
"My childhood pet lizard. She was a Bearded Dragon." Freya momentarily pulls back from me. Amusement covers her facial features, as she watches me with a smile on her pretty face.
"You had a pet Bearded Dragon named Mrs Ripley?" A little laugh follows after her question.
"What? Is it unbelievable?" She rest her back against my chest and wraps my arms around herself, shielding her body from the cold. I told her my body's warmth is better than any hoodie and this exact moment is proof of it.
"No. I'm just a little bit surprised and kinda jealous actually." I run my tongue over my lips to conceal the dryness. I need a lip balm. Might as well steal one from my girl.
"Why would you be jealous of me having a pet lizard as a child? I honestly thought you'd find it nerdy." I admit.
"I don't know. But it's not nerdy." Freya says.
Most of my friends thought it was weird and nerdy back home in Scottvile. It's nice to have someone see it from a different point of view.
"It's seems kinda cool and unusual for a kid. When I was younger, my toys collection mostly consisted of american girl dolls and brat dolls. Ophelia played with them more I did." I laughed at that and I could envision her smile, without seeing her face.
"Although, I had this stuffed unicorn that I liked a lot and was kinda obsessed with." She chuckles lightly, probably recalling the memories.
"I named her Little Mystic." Reminds me of my nickname for her.
"Cute name." I tease her and I could feel her rolling her eyes at me.
I feel her shiver under me. "Baby are you cold?" I ask with worry laced into my voice.
"Nope. The cold just seeped through me. Such a bitch." She utters and I laugh. I run my palms down her exposed arms for warmth, mentally cussing at myself for not bringing a jacket or hoodie.
Maybe my body's warmth isn't enough after all.
"So....can you tell me now? You've made me swear." I drive back to the original conversation we should be having.
