Chapter 12

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Breadsticks was surprisingly calm. Well, in public, it's not so easy to let yourself go and have a good cry. It was the perfect distraction, and Layla knew distractions well. They finally got to laugh and forget their worries. And eat a million breadsticks.

Blaine, Layla learned, was not one to shy away. He must have talked more then her and Aunt Lynn combined. He talked all about Dalton and the Warblers and he beamed when he would mention Kurt's name in his many Warbler stories.

Layla didn't talk much because there wasn't much for her to talk about. She told them about her friends, which were few. There was Kael, her closest friend, who she's known since kindergarten. They met while playing in the sandbox, and he had announced he was gay just three weeks ago. Then there was Amanda, who she wasn't very close to, but they hung out at Country Club functions. There were also Breanna, Christofer and Tessa, who were more acquaintances. Layla's life was basically going to school, coming home to do homework and practice either guitar and piano. Sometimes, she'd cook but she never really hung out with anyone. There wasn't much of a point, but the majority of the school didn't like her, so why go socialize with them?

Growing up, Layla was never as popular as Cecelia, and Cecelia was the most popular person in the school, which was a huge deal back then. Layla was the closest anyone could get to Cecelia, so everyone who wasn't Cecelia's friend threw themselves at Layla. But Layla was shy and quiet and she knew she was being used, so she never let anyone close, which made her the 'weirdo.' Cecelia was her closest friend, but thats because they had the bond of sisterhood on ther side. The only other person that stuck by her side was Kael and he didn't have much friends back then either. After Cecelia died, a few people befriended her out of pity, and some of them were genuine though, but only Breanna, Christofer, Tessa and Amanda. Layla distanced herself from people after Cecelia's death. Everyone was Cecelia's friend, and everyone reminder her of her sister, her best friend.

Blaine felt awful for his sister. He felt like almost guilty that he couldn't do anything about it. From everything he concluded in the past day, Layla was a great person to be around, how could she not be the most popular person in school?

Aunt Lynn talked about her memories of the two of them when they were younger. They laughed at the memories of them playing hide and seek and not be able to be found for an hour, and they blushed at memories of them as colicky babies. She knew how to keep their minds away from everything going on. She knew she had to keep them at least a bit sane.

By the time they home, they were all physically and mentally exhausted, so they went strait to bed. Layla situated herself on the pull out bed. She hoped that if everything worked out, she could find somewhere better to sleep. But still, this bumpy bed was so much better then her big lonely room.

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