from me. [unrequited part 1]

21.

dear quinten,

my parents were out of town.

i can hear the voices downstairs. the loud laughs seems to have echoed through the entire house. the ruckus you people were making in the kitchen, i mean is it really that hard to make grilled-cheese?

i make a killer grilled cheese.

that's what my brother said before.

but that's not the point.

the point is that; i was searching for your voice once again.