A Faltering self (Distorted Reality book 2)

Chapter 8- A Shared Morning

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(Kalston's POV)

Ema, Abba, and I wait outside of the Hamnison's house. It's Thanksgiving, and we always spend it together. Sometimes at our home, and sometimes at theirs. This year it's theirs. It doesn't bother me either way as long as I get to spend it with Iris. I'm here often enough to where her home already feels like a second to me anyway.

Mr. Hamnison opens the door, and I try to be polite and wait until Iris comes or I get permission to leave. Abba says it's the proper thing to wait to be dismissed when you're invited into someone's house.

I'm antsy, but I make sure not to show it. Composure is another thing Abba has taught me. He says that it's okay to feel things, it's healthy, but we need to be sure to hide them still in certain situations. Ema doesn't feel the same, but she says she knows Abba has his reasons to teach me these things. But to be sure not to hide my emotions from those I can trust. She says you always need one person you can spill them all to so that they don't eat you alive. She says otherwise it can be something that will control you if you aren't careful.

It's okay, Iris is that person for me. We share everything with each other.

I notice her come around the corner, and my feet leave me before I think any further of it as I head to her.

"Hey, I!"

I wrap my arms around her, she is a couple of inches shorter than me, so her hair tickles my nose.

She looks up at me excitedly when backing away.

"Did you bring your camera?"

I got it for my birthday a few days ago. I turned eight, and Abba promised he'd teach me how to take the best kind of pictures. It's a hobby we both share, so I was stoked when seeing that he got me a camera of my own.

"I did!"

Grabbing my camera, I'm sure to be careful of it. I want to prove that I'm responsible. I usually am with my things. I hand it to Iris and make sure to give the same warning I do with most of my things. She can be a bit of a cluts at times.

"Here, but you have to be careful with it. Abba said that if I take care of it, then he'll let me take it with us this summer when we go camping."

She lights up as she looks at it. I always love to see her smile, it makes me feel warm inside. Being around her has been different lately, and I'm not sure why. Something about being by her side doesn't feel the same. Not in a bad way though. Like before I always liked to be around her and make her happy because she's my best friend, but now it's that and more. Like making her smile can make all things good and when she's hurt, I'd do more to fix things for her. Kind of like not so long ago when that boy was here and hurt her. Something came over me that's never before. Normally I would have just taken Iris away and tell her not to worry about what he said, but then it was like her being hurt, hurt me too. I'm not sure how to explain it.

Iris pretends to take some pictures, and I can tell how much she would love to take real ones.

"It's cool, right?! You can share it. I know you like to take pictures too."