No really, I'm okay. I'm also a great liar.

(eighteen years old) pt. 2

Things feel quiet now. All three cats sleep with us most nights, but it's Trix and Tommy that miss Finn the most. Levi was always more Annabelle's buddy, so he's not as affected by the empty space in the house as the rest of us poor souls are.

Annabelle's phone buzzes at the same time mine does. They play different songs, ones that clash horribly, but we both know it's Finn that's texting. Annabelle's phone is closer, it's in her hoodie pocket. We're both lying on the couch, and she's curled around me. I think she might be asleep, but I haven't bothered checking. I slip my hand into her pocket and fish out her phone.

um. i just met the cUtest boy in my english class we're partners for a project and his hair looks so fluffy i wanna touch it?????/

oh btw im gay

I poke Annabelle in the stomach, then in the face, on the shoulder, everywhere, and immediately press the FaceTime button.

"Mhmm," she murmurs, pressing her face into my neck. Her nose is cold, and I shiver when it makes contact with my warm shoulder.

"Alright, Daydreamer, you gotta tell us everything," I grin the moment his face shows up on the screen, and nudge Annabelle again.

"Oh, hey Mom! Hey Momma! How's your day going?"

"Cut it, tell us about the cute boy."

Annabelle's eyes shoot open just in time to catch a dorky smile and a slight flush making their way across our son's face.