Thief (n.g.)

Chapter 39

Nash went upstairs to pack other areas of the house, everyone else went to bed. I now am on the computer. I remembered earlier that my old teacher told my class about his blog and that he would have assignments from all around the school on it, and that we could check it days we were absent. I decided I could look at the pace others were going in my grade, and gain my education this way.

My YouTube lesson is disrupted by the sound of shuffling feet.

I look up as Hayes sits next to me.

“How did it go?" I ask.

“Well it took some time as you can see."

“Yes, you've been up there for almost two hours. What did you even talk about?" I say checking the time on the laptop.

“Everything... I thought that I was given plenty of responsibility raising Skylynn-"

“Your sister?"

“Yes, my sister. But he's had to raise all of them. He had, and still does have, so much on his plate. He feels so frustrated and he doesn't even know it." He shakes his head. "I feel kind of stupid, just a couple of hours ago. I viewed everyone, especially Cameron, in this house, as lost crazy people..."

“And now?"

“Now, I think they're incredible." he whispers.

I smile. "Me too."

“When did you? When did you change your mind about them?"

“What makes you so sure that I ever viewed them any different?"

“Come on, you and I know they aren't the average family."

I take a deep breath before closing the laptop. "I'm not sure exactly." I answer. "I think I was on the roof with Cam. He was talking about how he loved everyone here. Then I stuck around, and he proved it."

“Yeah." Hayes smiles. "They are pretty soft for gang members aren't they."

I chuckle and he joins me.

“Hey Babe." Nash enters. "You uh, you ready to come up?"

“Goodnight." Hayes whispers.

I smile.

“I'm on my way up."

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“I thought he would never go to sleep." Nash whispers pulling me in closer until my back touched his chest. "He was talking to Hayes forever."

"Give him a break he had bad day." I shrug.

“Would you have said that if it were me?"

“You have a bad day just about every week."

“Hey, I'm getting better." He chuckles.

I join his chuckles. He kisses my shoulder.

“Nash?"

“Yes?"

At this point he's very mellow. I decide this is the best time to tell him how I feel.

“I think we're rushing this."

"I know you do."

"So don't you think we should slow down?"

“No. Babe, you're basing this relationship off of your relationships with everyone else,"

“Your point?" I ask.

“I'm not everyone else."

I fidget with the sheets.