Adapted// d.w (BOOK TWO)

{3}- The one where Brendon gets to draw on my plaster

please don't cry. It makes me sad.

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ONE MONTH LATER

"Are you sure that you want to stay here?" Dallon asks me.

"Yeah, I guess." I reply. "It'll be cool to see you guys moving your stuff."

"You might hurt something else of yours." Dallon says with a small laugh.

I don't know what took Dallon so long to ask Breezy to move in with us. It is so simple.

Now imagine:
'Do you want to move in?''
'Yes, Dallon.'
'I love you.'
'Aww, I love you too.'

That's it.

Anyways, why did it take Dallon a month, I have no idea.

"Phoenix, what are you thinking and moving your head, in a no." Dallon raises his eyebrow.

"Nothing, nothing." I lie.

"Hey, Phoenix." Breezy smiles, and I simply smile back.

"Dad, I can move a bit." I say showing him my wrist, but it ends up in a, "Ouch!"

"See, that's why, I am leaving you at Brendon's." Dallon smiles.

"Why does it always have to be Brendon's?" I ask.

"Because he is a nut job, just like you." Dallon laughs.

"That's a good point."

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"Uncle Bren?"

"Yes."

"Don't you have any work?"

Brendon looks up and squints his eyes, "No, I don't. Why?"

"Just asking."

"Doesn't your Dad have any work?" He asks, hoping that he would win.

"Yes, actually Breezy is moving in with us. He is helping her." I answer.

All of a sudden, Brendon plops up on the couch, near me and asks, "What? He asked Breezy to move in?"

"Yeah, I thought that he told you." I say.

"That son---" he pauses, realising that he cannot curse in front of me. "He never told me."

"Well, now you know." I say.

"Seriously, they are moving in." He repeats.

"I am gonna leave you like this." I say. I swear, I am evil.

I go to play with the dogs when I heard Brendon talking to Sarah, "Did you know that Breezy is moving in?"

"Yeah, Breezy told me." Sarah replies.

"Everybody knows, but me." Brendon says.