Maison has spent most of her life living a lie, alone and running. Running from her past. But when news spreads in her home town, she packs her life up and runs, anywhere, and preferably something small.
When she stumbles upon Wisteria cove, she se...
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"Coffee?" I hold out the cup of light brown liquid, the harsh smell of sugar, creamer, and Otamilk filling my senses. I dont know how she drinks this diabetes in a cup.
Maison looks over her shoulder at me, pausing from spreading the strawberry jam onto her toast. She looks at what's in my hands before turning back around and continuing her actions.
"Just leave it there. Thanks." Her words stay blunt and monotone as she speaks to me, her back still facing my direction.
I furrow my brows, confused.
What is her problem now... she acted like this last night, and shes still acting like this today.
I sigh, and set her pink mug onto the counter behind her, pouring myself a cup instead. I enjoy the bitterness from my black coffee, since it blocks out the other one a foot away.
I sit down in the seat beside her, watching her prepare what she thinks is a healthy breakfast.
"You know, I bet Larson wouldn't mind cooking you something more filling..." I laugh.
Not a single giggle of hers comes up.
"I wont burden him with the task. I am 22 you know." She keeps her eyes on the task in front of her, scraping the last bit of jelly onto the side of the jar. She brings the knife up to her lips, licking the red jelly from the silverware.
I watch as her tongue drags acrossed it, before hiding back inside her mouth. She hums happily at the task before tossing it into the sink and returning the jam to the fridge.
Tension sits high in the air.
She moves around the counter sitting on the opposite side from me, pulling out her ohone as she eats.
Ignoring me, completely.
See, Larson I get... but ME? I've been nice and on her side since day one. What is happening.
