Dinner as a Family

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I sit with the Lorax and some other animals until the sun starts to set. The Lorax offers to walk me back down the hill, though I decline. I don't know what to do.

A little while later I wake up to hear someone's voice. "Y/N!" I didn't even realize I fell asleep. I see the Onceler walking up the hill. I sit up and hold my legs until he sees  me.

He walks over to me and sits next to me. "I thought you would be back sooner. I got worried  once the sun went down." I nod. He continues. "I'm sorry I got so mad at you. You're  right. I'll tell my family to stop cutting the trees once things are smooth. Then I'll just coast with the riches I have. I promise." Then he hugged me. And I hug him back. I smile a little. "Come on, my mom made dinner." He smiled.

We walk down the hill together and the Onceler makes an inside joke. I can't help than laugh. I feel good for the rest of the night. Isabella makes spaghetti. We eat in his family's camper, since the factory apartments won't be ready until next week.

His mom has chosen everyone's seats again, and again me and the Onceler are as far apart as possible. I'm surrounded by Chet and Bret. It's really gross. And the spaghetti isn't as good as the Onceler used to make it.

I really hate Once's family. Not only are they rude to me, they're also horrible to the Onceler. He always looks so tongue tied with them, even if he's making a cool face.

I look over at him sitting on the other end of the table. He eats quietly and only speaks if someone else is talking to him. Is this how it's been his whole life?

And the worst thing is that it's clear they're just using him. He doesn't want to believe it, though I can see he is able to tell that too. Still, I'm so worried about hurting him. I feel like I can't say anything.

I zone out for a while, eating my food. The dinner was loud though me and Once say hardly anything the whole time.

The Onceler with me home and we both don't say anything.

We walk inside and the Onceler locks the door, and close all except one window. He walks over to the sink and brushes his teeth. I brush mine too.

And then he grabs my waist and pulls me closer. We look into each others eyes for a moment and then he turns away.

"Good night, Y/N"

"Good night," I say quietly, with a surprised expression on my face, though the Onceler has already gone to change and he doesn't  hear.

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