~𝒪𝓊𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓈~
I never knew it could feel so good to be somebody's Star
John b x OC
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The second we got home I was already moving — straight to Dad's office, heart going faster than my feet, pulling the desk drawer open before I'd fully thought through what I was going to say if someone asked me why.
"What are you doin'?"
I jumped hard enough to knock my elbow on the drawer, a sharp jolt of pain shooting up to my funny bone.
Dad stood in the doorway.
"I just—" I straightened. Smiled. Too wide, my heart still hammering from the jump. "Wanted a copy of one of the old plat maps."
"A plat map." He raised an eyebrow. "Of Tannyhill."
"Yeah." I kept the smile going. Internally catastrophizing, running through excuses faster than I could vet them.
"You never wanted to look at those when I tried to show them to you."
"Well, since then I've become so deeply appreciative of this beautiful property that we call home," I said, gaining momentum, the words tumbling out faster than I meant them to, "and they're really just so beautiful, and I thought maybe I could get them framed? For my room?"
Dad looked at me for a long moment, and I made myself hold his gaze even though every part of me wanted to look away.
"Okay, come on. Is this a school thing?" he asked.
"It's July."
"A Topper thing?"
"Definitely not a Topper thing." I shook my head firmly. Then, because it was going to come out eventually anyway, and something in my chest wanted to say it out loud: "but it is a boy thing."
"A boy thing," he repeated.
"He's a real go-getter. I think you'll like him."
Dad's expression shifted — less suspicious, more curious. "Who is this mystery history buff? He a cartographer or something?"
I opened the office door slowly, feeling a small, warm secret settle into my chest. "I could tell you..." I turned back with a smile. "But then he wouldn't be a mystery."
"Hey!" he called.
I poked my head back in.
"Make good choices," he said.
"I will."
"Be careful with that."
I pressed a kiss to the rolled-up map before I'd fully decided to do it, some giddy impulse moving through me faster than sense. "Promise. Thank you — you're the best!" I yelled, already down the hall, my feet lighter than they'd been all evening.
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The Hawk's Nest was all dark wood and salt air and moonlight, and John B was already up there when I arrived, which meant I had approximately three seconds to pull myself together before he saw me.
