At 17 years old Sage Aurora never thought she would be stuck trying to rebuild her life and mending her heart.
Throughout her younger years she thought nothing could stop her. She was popular, free-spirited, and felt on top of the world. At least t...
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The sound of the front door bell echoed through the house, alerting you that Eddie had arrived. Anxiously, you bounded down the stairs two-by-two, calling out that you would answer it before anyone could beat you to it. Without hesitation, you swung it open, ignoring the fact that he wore a plain black shirt for you and not a band-tee, and then gave him a quick smile before dropping it instantly.
Your voice was fast, spewing out, "Slight change of plans in the not-so-formal dinner you oh so willingly agreed to".
His eyes trailed your body, confused as to why you were panting like you had just sprinted to the door, which you did.
"Soo what you're telling me is I should have worn slacks?" He questioned lightly, amused with himself.
Your face was grim and his smile fell as soon as you opened your mouth.
"My dad's here".
You felt that's all that needed to be said.
"Cool, so I'm extremely underdressed now". His eyebrows arched and he began to nod slowly, pretending to process what this meant for him."Just hide the butcher knives from me and he'll be alright".
Eddie pecked your cheek, not really giving two shits about your dad, and walked past you. Once inside he spun around on his heels with a mischievous grin.
"So, where is he?"
After snorting under your breath you grabbed his wrist and dragged him to the kitchen, clearly not finding this as funny as he did. Once inside the room, the bellowing heat of the open oven encased your body in comfort. You'd sure need all the comfort you could get with how you suspected this night might go.
"Mom, Eddie's here", you announced just as she set a hot dish down.
She immediately embraced him in a hug, gushing about how he gets cuter every time she sees him. She admired his hair before swatting his shoulder with her oven mitt and then going back to what she was doing. Out of the corner of your eye you watched him twist his rings, not sure how to handle the fact that she called him cute. But it made you smile.
"Do you need help with anything?" He asked, trying to ignore the nervousness he was beginning to feel once he noticed your dad moving in the other room. Ultimately he knew he wouldn't really be of much help to her, but he figured good impressions and all that bullshit.
Meanwhile you preoccupied yourself with the chip bowl that was conveniently placed right in front of you on the butcher block and watched their exchange. Your eyes darted back-and-forth between them silently, smiling at the fact that his cheeks blushed a little bit when she gave him that compliment earlier. She wasn't wrong though. He does seem to get cuter and cuter.
In the midst of your eyeball tennis match, looking between the two, your eyes became caught on your father who silently walked into the kitchen from the dining room. You held back a grimace as you noticed his eyes looking Eddie up and down, sizing him up. You wanted to throw the entire chip bowl at his face but you didn't have the energy to pick the food up off the ground after.
