It's been decades since the Re-Establishment was taken down for good. Everyone grew up, settled down, had a few kids even.
What would happen if Aaron Warner and Juliette Ferrars' no nonsense son fell head over heels for Kenji Kishimoto and Nazeera...
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He said he would be here.
Over and over again. He said he would be here.
I'm coming to your 18th, Lila. I wouldn't miss it for the world.
Maybe I'm overthinking it. Kyel would never lie to me about where he was. Ever. Right?
I was stood in the living room of our house, music playing, my family around. I don't have many friends, being real with myself. I mainly hang out with my cousins- well, Gracia and Seb, because Luke is such a buzzkill. Focus on your work instead of going ghost hunting and maybe you won't get 99 on that test.
Right. Because 99 out of 100 isn't damn near perfect?
Will was in the corner (like a loser), talking to Cassy, looking like he was in deep contemplation about something. Maybe the fact he needs to confess his love for the certain Kishimoto he was going goggly eyes at across the room. Gosh I could sense it from where I was stood; love, adoration, attraction. Will was just too damn stubborn to admit anything.
Gracia and Seb were stood with their dad, my uncle Adam, probably being lectured about causing mischief and talking to their friends at their cousin's party. Seb looked so uncomfortable, shifting awkwardly, fiddling with the coal-coloured edge of his jumper. Luke, looking deep in whatever crap he was thinking about, was leaning against the back wall by the sofa and the picture of all our parents when they were younger.
But still no Kyel.
Kaila, ever looking like the picture of elegance with her silky black hair, perfect face and stunning orange dress I need to steal sometime, was gossiping with Niko, her annoying little brother who is definitely far too much like his dad and loves disney more than his life. His dad, my Uncle Kenji (aka my favourite uncle, even though he isn't even related to me), looking way too happy for my liking, and probably trying his very hardest not to annoy my dad, was in a very bubbly conversation with my mom. Those two have been best friends for.. how many years now? Decades, even. My Aunt Naz was snickering in the background while my dad just rolled his eyes. Typical.
But still no Kyel.
I had this.. gnawing feeling that wouldn't go away. This horrific feeling that he was with someone else. That he didn't love me anymore. That all the I love yous and the kisses were nothing. Maybe I was being paranoid. Maybe I was just overthinking. Kyel would never do that to me.
"Yo, earth to Princess Delilah?" a voice appeared to my left, making me jump. "Come on kid, it's your birthday! Why the long face?"
My Uncle Adam.
"Oh- uh, nothing, sorry. Just thinking about something," I replied, forcing a smile. Gracia appeared behind her dad, shooting me the look. The look we established when I first started dating Kyel. The look that said the scumbag did something, didn't he. I shook my head slyly. A lie, maybe. The truth, hopefully.
