"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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After spending a full week with the Maxwells, I went back home the following week. I had a great time with them just like the good old days.
Despite how rough and tense it was when I first arrived— especially with Jacob —we eventually reconciled and moved forward.
Daya spent most nights here in their home and Jacob and her would get lost in his room, one would think they weren't present in the house.
Things became a lot better after the get-together. There were a lot of unexpected things that happened and it almost seemed like a movie we all played in one night.
Ophelia opened up about her feelings for Cade and they fixed the situation between them. Jacob purposely stepped on almost everyone's toes, mostly Cade's and mine.
Daya revealed her news to us, dropping the information like a bomb, which most people didn't handle very well. April never took a day of being herself unapologetically.
There was a lot of drinking, partying and singing— showcasing hidden good singers like Camila and Cade.
Lots of emotional baggage was laid down from almost everyone, and despite the arguments and misunderstandings, I'm glad it all ended really well.
The only thing I wish didn't end was the moment I had with Cade. Alone.
In the bathroom.
I feel my body up to my face heat up as the memories of that night floods my head, making me feel all sort of tingling sensations.
My heart pulsates, while my tummy busily enjoy the company of happy, twirling butterflies.
I probably look like a ripe tomatoes right now.
The loud honking sound from a car behind me pulls me out of my balefully exciting thoughts. My head snaps to the traffic lights to see the green light.
Shit.
"Sorry!" I yell for the driver to hear and wave my hand in a form of an apology, before I start driving again.
I wonder how long I got lost in my thoughts.
But how could I not?
I've not stopped thinking about that night, that moment.
Cade touched me in ways I've only imagined and he made it ten times better.
