Come Back

Part 2...

**Soo a friend pointed out to me that this story didn't add up... I completely forgot to put this very crucial part on wattpad. Silly me! Enjoy the answers to your questions!!

 August 19,

“Daddy,” Lily nudged me a little bit then pulled on my hand.

“What?” I said, groggy and looking around me, confused as to where I was.

“Gramma made pancakes!” she squeals and runs out of the room. Lily sure does love to run, just like I used to. She’s still really wobbly, though. I sling an arm over my face and let out a loud groan. After a few more moments of depression in association with having to get out of bed, I finally sling my legs over the side of the bed, walk to the bathroom to pee, and then head downstairs. Lily was right, my mom did make pancakes; chocolate chip.

“Yum,” I say to my mom, kiss her on the cheek, and take a seat at the table with Lily who looks like she’s about to jump out of her own skin with excitement. “Sit down, Lily.”

“Pancakes, pancakes! I love pancakes!” she sings, dancing around the already crowded kitchen. My mom just smiles at her, while my dad seems to be completely ignoring anything other than his morning paper on the other side of the table.

I groan. “Lily, sit down. Now!” I shout, fed up.

She instantly stops dancing and singing, looks at me, frightened, and sits down in her seat, silent. My dad gives me a look. “Well that was harsh,” he says.

I just look at him, still pissed off that we moved to this god awful town.

“Maybe you should go get some air,” he says to me. It’s not really a suggestion, it’s more of a command. I scoot my chair out from underneath the table, stand up, look at Lily, and walk out the sliding doors. I just stand there for a minute and breathe until I find myself walking over to a bench across the street on the beach. I bend over, my elbows on my knees, my hands in my hair and my eyes closed.

“You okay?” someone asks me. I jump a bit, startled. When I look up, I see a girl with long fiery red hair wearing black shorts and a gray tank top. Something about her appearance seems so familiar, but I know I haven’t ever seen her before in my life.

“Yeah,” I shrug. “I’m fine.”

“Hm,” she squints a bit. “Could have fooled me.”

I sigh. “I don’t know.”

She takes a seat next to me on the bench and sighs. “That makes two of us.” I don’t know why, but this wasn’t what I expected her to say next.

“So what’s your name?” I ask her.

“Logan,” she tells me.

I’m confused. “Your name is Logan?”

She nods. “Yeah, I know it’s a boy’s name, but I guess we can’t all have awesome names. What’s yours?”

“Cal,” I tell her.

“Is that short for something?”

“Calvin,” I say.

She nods again, looking out at the water. “Where are you from?”

“New York.”

She whistles. “You’re a little out of place here, huh?”

“A bit.”

“Wait,” she looks up at me. “Are you the one who moved into town?”

“Yeah,” I say, slowly. “Wait, what?”