i woke up, freezing my ass off. i went to get the mail. a package fell onto the snow.
i opened it. it had no address on it. weird.
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i laughed out loud. it was from renée. i smiled, ran my finger over it, and brought it up to my room. i stared at the picture. she was so...innocent. i wasn't. i don't deserve to even be teaching her shit, let alone having a cru-
"richie!" my mom yelled. "yeah?" i asked. "someones here to see you." she said, as i went downstairs. it was bev. i hid the picture behind me.
"hey, rich. can we talk?" bev asked. i nodded. we took a walk down to the park. we sat at a bench.
"so," i said, stuffing the picture in my pocket. "what's that you got there?" she asked, grabbing the photo from my pocket. "it's..." i trailed off.
"girlfriend?" she giggled, and moved her eyebrows up and down. "uhh, psh, yeah. obviously." i lied. she believed me. "aw! our little richie is growing up!" she put her hand on her heart. i rolled my eyes. "fuck off."
"anyways, what'd you want to talk to me about?" i asked, snatching the photo back, and putting it in my pocket. "um, why haven't you been hanging out with us?" she asked, placing her red hair behind her ears.
"uh, meet me. here. january third. four thirty on the dot. you can meet the reason why. just don't tell anyone of i will fuck you up." i warned her. she pinky promised that she wouldn't tell.
so, in two weeks, renée would be meeting my friends. which means, in two weeks, i need to teach her to talk. well shit.
