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C Is For Girls Who Get Left In The Ditch.

I threw on my black down-filled bomber jacket and zipped it up as I walked down the stairs and out the front door. The air was clear and the sun was shining in the sky over everything, but it was still brutally cold. I didn't know exactly what I needed to think about. All the questions left unanswered left me at an impasse, only to be truly passed based on my decision. In regards to the decision on whether or not I would be moving to England, there was nothing to think about. I just had to decide. There were no possibilities in which I could please everyone, and no possibilities in which I could totally please myself. Canada, or England. Left wondering, or finally know. Art, or modelling. Pencil or pictures. Moose or Oliver. I wanted it all. I kept walking down the path, around trees and through fields, until I had strayed far enough from the path that it had disappeared entirely. I was lost. "Shit." I muttered to myself. I looked around to see only trees in every direction, that all looked the same under the cover of snow. I didn't even know where I came from, or where to turn back. Before long the snow fell thicker and I lost all sign of my previous steps.

"Lost?" A male voice behind me.

"No. I'm just, walking in circles, muttering curse words to myself, in the middle of a blizzard, for fun." I looked up to meet Oliver's eyes. I didn't even hear him approach. He wiped the snowflakes from his eyelashes and cheeks.

"Come on then." He nodded me in the other direction and I followed. "Don't you remember what happened last time you decided to go for a walk?" He used air quotations around the word walk.

"Yeah. I went down to the pool and woke up in your bed." I said softly. Oliver chuckled.

"If you wanted to wake up in my bed you could have just asked." I watched my feet make small imprints in the frozen ground, but stayed close to Oliver. My shoes were soaked.

"What is it then?"

"What?"

"Your goal. Big dreams. What's the point where you can stop and look at your life and be truly happy in yourself?"

"I think a few different things from time to time. I used to think I wanted to design clothes, and I was good at it, but couldn't put in the effort. Then art. I draw. I wanted to be a famous artist. I'm in university for it now. But I don't know anymore."

"I've seen some of your work." I was surprised.

"Oh?"

"You're good, Kylie. Really good." I smiled to myself. I didn't think he cared enough to notice. I guess a lot of people notice more than I thought. I really need to stop underestimating everyone. "You know, I really am not trying to talk all of that away from you. I want you to draw, and make art, and be happy with that. If you were to stay, you could go to University here. Still do all of that. I want you here, not just some parts of you." He was being unusually sweet. He was being unusually human. That's true. I could find a good school here. But I could not find a new Moose, or a new sister. They don't make those here. I would have lied to say those were the only things keeping me from staying, but they weren't. I was still hesitant about Oliver. "Trust me, Kylie. Things would be good here. We would be good." We. Us. Another element to me agreeing to stay. Would I have to be with him? He stopped and faced me. Come on. I'm fucking freezing. "You could stop stressing over everything. I would tell you everything you want to know. I would give you everything. Please, believe me." I swallowed hard.

"I don't understand why you won't just tell me now. What if it changes how feel about you? What if you tell me and I don't want to move here anymore?"

"And how exactly is it that you feel about me?" He smirked.

"Oliver."

"Okay. It will. It will change everything. You'd never look at me the same again and your entire life from that moment on will be changed forever."

"What? You're a girl?" I laughed slightly, trying to find a shred of humor in the slightly terrifying situation. We started back on the path when I couldn't look him in the eyes anymore.

"No. I can prove that I'm not a girl."

"What if when you tell me I wanna go home, Oliver? Really. What if I decide I hate you, even?" That was a lie. I was almost certain I could not hate him no matter what he did.

"That's the risk you have to take, Kylie. I can't promise you it will make everything better. I can't promise it will make you love me or hate me. But you'll understand everything." I sighed as the house came into sight. If Oliver didn't come out here I would have been lost forever.

"Yes." I had to know. Worst case scenario, he tells me, I hate him, I move back. I could always move back home If I wanted to. I couldn't pass up the chance for me to finally get some clarity. Some closure.

"Yes?"

"Yes, I'll stay." Oliver stopped but I kept walking. As soon as I got inside I ran upstairs and locked the bedroom door.

"Oh-" Kendall jumped slightly. She was sitting on her bed with her phone in her hands.

"What?"

"Oh this is her, my roommate Kylie." She pointed her phone at me. "Kylie, this is my boyfriend, Benji."

"Hi." I said as I pulled my jacket off. My cheeks were still red from the brisk cold. "I told Oli yes." Kendall's eyes went wide."

"Gotta go love you bye." She hung up on her boyfriend "Seriously? Tell me everything." I sat on my bed on top of my hands in attempt to warm my numbed fingers.

"I got lost in the forest and then Oliver showed up again, and when we were walking back we started talking and he made some good points and I said yes and ran away." My heart was racing.

"What the fuck? I thought you were gonna say no!" Kendall's voice got loud and I shushed her. "Sorry. But what about your sister, and youre friend, and school?"

"I can go to school here. And they can visit. Like you said, opportunity of a life time." I was getting more excited and anxious by the minute. I'll have to ship over all my stuff and everything. What a pain. What a cost. And I have to tell Moose and Ally? How are they gonna take it? What if they never wanna see me again? I don't think I could handle that. And what about eating/ Will I be forced to eat with Oliver? What if I can't do it? Will he get upset? And do I stay in his room, or get a different one. Would we even live here? Or would we go to his normal house? Assuming he has a house in the city. So many questions. But these are good ones.