Promise the stars

He doesn't give a flying....fly?

S.O.T.D: GOD ONLY KNOWS BY MKTO (YASSS TONY OLLER)

AND JUDE (AKA JAKE T AUSTIN) OFF TO THE SIDE>>>>>>

THIS IS ONE OF THOSE 'OMG SOMETHING BIG JUST HAPPENED, LET'S RECOVER' CHAPTERS, NEXT CHAPTER IS DEF GONNA GET FUN!

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"Well..." Andrew trailed off once we all got into the apartment. Seth made a beeline for the fridge and wrinkled his nose at the options.

"Harper, you up for deep dish?" he wondered, head still in the fridge. I mumbled a 'whatever' and sat on the couch with my legs crossed. My conversation with Seth had only made everything that was happening that much more real.

"You alright?" Ethan was the first to ask and I felt the cushion go down as his weight pressed onto it. He brought a hand around my shoulder and pulled me in for a hug. I don't know why but this made me hiccup...which offset the tears.

"I've seen you cry far too much over the course of this trip, Harvard" Andrew murmured placing his deep gaze on me.

"Dude, really?" Ethan scowled. Andrew only shook his head and came to stand in front of me, dropping to eye level.

"Harper" He spoke gently as if I were a child, "This isn't you"

"Oh, cuz you know so much about me. You don't know what I'm going through" I rolled my eyes and looked away but his stare remained.

"So what, You're back to blaming people? Blaming Dana for giving you up, blaming your parents for not telling you...."

"You don't get what it feels like to be surrounded by so many lies you hardly know what to do with yourself!" I snapped angrily pushing back wisps of hair that fell into my face.

"Lies? Harper, when exactly were your parents supposed to cartwheel out and tell you that you were adopted?" I saw Chandler shake his head at Andrew, telling him to stop but of course, Andrew wasn't a listener.

"I wouldn't expect you to understand okay? They kept me from my real mother" I knew Andrew was only trying to reason with me but it was annoying.

"Wow" Andrew let out a loud laugh and shook his head, "So the people who raised you, cleaned your cuts, kissed your forehead every night somehow aren't your real parents? While the woman who gave you up, is? Parenting isn't about biology. Having similar eyes doesn't make a mother"

I stared at him with my jaw clenched, "And when did you become a parenting expert?"

"The day I lost my real mother"

I sat back, blinking, as he licked his bottom lip, "You aren't really mad at them or Dana, you're mad at the fact that you somehow missed it. For some reason, you blame yourself, which has got to be the dumbest thing ever"

"You're crazy" I whispered, my voice hoarse.

"Am I?" His gaze pierced mine and I felt my heart falter.

He was right.

There was this odd part of me that felt stupid for never putting two and two together. I mean, the fact that I didn't look 100% Caucasian and the fact that I didn't resemble either of them should have had my gears turning but, the giveaway should have been the lack of a birthing video. My mom was the type of sentimental sap that would make sure to have that videotaped as a reminder of the day 'I entered the world'; Only God knows why she would think anyone would want to see my exiting her vaginal canal. I should have questioned things like that and even things like her not having ultrasound pictures. I mean, come on! My mother was that kind of person.