Inheritance Of Secrets

Shots fired and pasta spilt

"Jameson," I pause before calling his name again. I knew he was out here. He had been out here all week going through the trees trying to find the clue. In the toughest times, Jameson could always ignore it if he had a puzzle or riddle to solve. We were both good at pretending. 

I spotted a body move past a tree, "Jameson." 

I walked over towards where the movement was. Jameson was standing with his back to the tree and face tilted upward. His right eye was squinted and he was biting the tip of his lip. He then moved his head and clenched his jaw. He was trying to solve the puzzle while being extremely triggered. Not a very good idea. 

"Jameson," He whips his head round to face me. 

"I don't want to talk about it," He grits his teeth and turns to face the tree.

I ignored his comment, "That tree obviously has nothing to do with your grandfather puzzle Jameson. You seem to be losing your touch." I feel his smile. We are the same. We don't talk about problems or issues we lie through our teeth and push through any pain. Call it unhealthy but it works.

He finally turns to face me and smirks, "I may be needing your assistance to look though the whole forest."

"Lets do this puzzle boy."

He throws me a roll of glow in the dark duck tape and I start looking.

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After around five minuets I lost Jameson. After another twenty minuets I got close enough where I could hear his voice again. Not just his voice but another one too. 

I turn through the trees till I spot them. Jameson is handing her the same glow in the dark duck tape. joining our little mystery solving squad I see. Also arriving with her is many, many complicated feelings. Yay! More drama!

"How was the rest of dinner?" I ask Avery as I walk towards them. She didn't respond. Guilt was dripping though her. She felt bad for Jameson. She didn't understand me enough to feel bad. But she though she understood Jameson. 

Avery finally opened her mouth to speak but I cut her off, "Enough with the sappy guilt feeling lets go."

Both of them listened and we were able to actually start solving something. 

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Jameson- are you not coming to the Blackwood tonight

Annabelle- Sorry I have to babysit

Jameson- What do you mean? Since when do you babysit?

Annabelle- Since my brother decided to throw a party last time my stepdad was away

Jameson- I'll tell you if we find anything

Annabelle- Thx

I am assuming that 'we' would be Him and Avery. I had a gut feeling about tonight something was going to go badly. Maybe it was that feeling or the fact that this would be the first time I spent a night at my home in three months. My room had not changed one bit. It was exactly how I left it. My Old desk was pushed right by the window, my bed still had that certain wobble, and all the posters were still hung around. Even all the books had stayed in the same place. They were scattered on shelves, my desk and piles on the floor.

I always loved reading. It was a different escape than the Hawthorne house. Rather than pretending myself I just watched the characters' lives; watched them fix their problems. All the happy endings made me believe that I could have one too. That I would find someone who would help me with anything, someone who didn't care about how rude I would be or my silly stupid habits. All they would care about is having me.