"Are you serious?" Your eyes were wide after I finished telling you about everything.
I wasn't as numb feeling as I was when I'd first started telling the story, and I knew I had made the right choice by telling you. I would have for sure chickened out of telling you until the last minute.
"Would I be crying if my father hadn't said any of that?"
You sighed and ran a hand down the length of your face, seeming exhausted. "No, but I kind of hoped you were, I don't know, pranking me or something."
I shook my head. "No, it's true. I'll soon be building snowmen in Minnesota."
"No, you won't." You stood up a little straighter, and I could see an idea forming in your brain.
"My dad is hardly the kind of man to falter under pressure."
You looked down at me. "Let me try, please?"
I thought about it before I spoke. I didn't want you getting your hopes up, but at the same time, we have to try something. "Only if I'm involved in this plan."
You nodded and grabbed my hand, effectively pulling me up from your bed. "Of course."
After we'd finished going over the plan, you microwaved some leftovers from inside your fridge for us. We sat around the rest of the day, watching whatever came on Nickelodeon.
When Nick at Night started playing, I stood up from the couch and stretched. "I need to go home," I mumbled, rubbing my eyes.
"Do you, though?"
I snorted at the question. "Yes, I do. Remember the plan, idiot?"
You rolled your eyes at the nickname but you smiled anyway. "Yes, I remember. I'll see you tomorrow."
I bent down to kiss you before leaving your house, then rushing across the street and into my own not-so-humble abode.
Luckily, my father was not waiting for me when I got in the house, which wasn't surprising at all.
I reached my room and pushed the door open before climbing onto my bed and throwing the covers over my whole body.
I was tired, and I was scared that my dad would still make us move to the cold state of Minnesota.
Tomorrow would be a long day for the both of us.
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73 Memories
Teen Fiction"You know those super cliche' stories where there's that bad boy who meets the good girl?" I nodded and you went on. "Well, I'm kind of like the bad boy- just dialed down by about forty percent." "Well, you don't seem so bad to me," I replied. Som...
