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Chapter 26: I Was Just Thinking About Ostriches

Author's Note: So, this is one of my favorite chapters in the entire story, I think, so I hope that you guys like it. Also, it's the longest so far. Notice the picture over to the side because I just think it's really cute. Also, notice the song, please, because it is just precious. Like, the original is great, but the one over there is like, the definition of perfect. Don't forget to comment and vote, please. I'll see you lovely individuals Tuesday.

Chapter 26: I Was Just Thinking About Ostriches

“Steffy, your boyfriend is here,” Spencer informs me a few minutes later, knocking on my door and stepping in.

“Okay, thanks Spence,” I say shakily, standing to my feet. Why am I nervous? There’s no reason to be nervous. It’s just a date, after all.

“Have fun, Stef,” Spencer tells me, grinning slightly before nodding at Anna Grace and Laurel and backing out of my bedroom.

“You know, you kind of have the best brother ever,” Anna Grace notes, standing up from my bed. 

“Yeah, he’s pretty wonderful,” I truthfully reply, crossing the room over to my bedroom door, precariously.

My legs are pretty numb seeing as how I’ve been sitting down for a while, so when I walk, tingles shoot through them. It feels so funny to walk in flats, because, like I said, I usually only wear high heels. I mean, yeah, sometimes I wear Sperry’s and Toms, but they’ve got a lot more support than flats have. I pull my bedroom door open and step out, taking a deep breath. I walk out of my bedroom, Anna Grace and Laurel behind me and stop into Spencer’s room to bid Carly and Madison goodbye.

They’ve been in there with Spence for quite sometimes talking about only God knows what. They wish me good luck and Laurel and Anna Grace accompany me down the corridor to the living room, which is, thankfully, empty of either of my parents or grandmother. That luck runs out all too soon though, because my dad walks into the living room from the kitchen a few mere seconds later with a ceramic bowl of some sort and the daily newspaper in his hands.

“Well, you’re looking mighty pretty today; what’s got you all dressed up? Who’re your friends?” My father pipes, sitting down in the armchair and turning the television onto the ESPN Sports channel. The only good thing, I’ve noticed, about us going broke for my father is that he genuinely seems a lot happier now. Like, he’s old, but he doesn’t look as weary as he did when he was controlling Vandergeld Industries. When he still had his company, he’d have to take long— sometimes months at a time— business trips and miss holidays, which was hard on Spence and me when we were children. Surely he doesn’t particularly favor the situation that was thrust upon us, but I think that the two months we’ve been here have been good for him. He’s not as stressed I don’t think and we don’t have to worry about him suddenly having a work-related heart attack or anything scary like that. Not that he didn’t love his job, because I know that he really, really did.

“Hey daddy,” I reply, trying to keep my voice calm and wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. I really need to get this whole thing under control because I’m freaking out about this way too much. “I’m going on a date with my boyfriend tonight,” I explains, clearing my throat. “And this is Laurel and Anna Grace,” I expound, gesturing to each of them. “Madison and Carly are here too— with Spencer.” I add.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you girls,” He replies, nodding to my friends and giving them small smiles. “Did you just say ‘boyfriend’? Since when do you have a boyfriend, little missy?” My dad asks, his eyes narrowed at me as he looks away from the TV, the reporters talking about some kind of basketball game. Or maybe it’s football. Or soccer. I don’t know. I know literally nothing about any sports aside from softball since I played it for a very short amount of time. My dad’s not really mad at me for not telling him about Wesley, I know that, he doesn’t get mad over dumb stuff like that. Over protective? Sure, just like any regular father, but he doesn’t get upset with me when I keep things from him.