Josh's hand kiss surprises me. I almost act like it doesn't happen which is pretty much impossible. I can stil feel his lips against my hand.
The waffles were twice as better then chicken tenders. Unfortunate to admit but it was undeniably. Syrup wasn't even required. I want to come back here again. Maybe with some friends.
We don't stay in the cafe for long. We walk around and sit at park lake throwing pebbles. It was only around seven thirty that we decided to go home. On the car ride Josh invited me over for Thanksgiving. It wouldn't happen that way. He'd end up coming to my house for Thanksgiving. Mom doesn't like me hanging out with people who are family. It's not like we're related but I guess family is more than blood. I shouldn't be considered apart of it. I'm just a growing sociopath.
Josh walks half way up the steps of my porch. Somethings up. I don't know him well enough but I can tell something is up.
"Ryan you know this is me manipulating you? This is how it all starts."
Author's Note: I know this is a short chapter but this is as much as I could add. I promise the next chapter will be much longer and in depth.
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