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Adelaine Colbert, a seventeen-year-old college dropout, family failure and socially awkward. After dropping out of college and destroying her parents' dreams and ambitions she has a plan. Get a job...
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"Your feelings are valid. You have the right to feel whatever you feel. You aren't exaggerating. You aren't being too sensitive. You aren't being dramatic. You're hurting, and that's okay."
I guess you could say life seemed normal for a while. Fletcher was left in hospital for a few days longer making sure that nothing had been left in a critical state, except the side of his face of course which still resembled the galaxy even weeks after he got jumped. The black eyes remain for a couple of weeks, yet day by day the mark began to slowly fade.
Life began to go back to the normal routine. Work, work, work. It wasn't long until the contract was over and only one of us were picked for the job, the result of who was going to get the job is still completely unpredictable. In an odd way, I had started to enjoy working, especially in this environment surrounded with two of my closest friends.
I had recently gotten closer to Fletcher too, the was a sudden shift between the two of us for a while now. We were no longer rivals for a job but instead friends, really close friends, or maybe not friends. It's hard to describe really. Sometimes when we spend time alone it simply feels like two friends who are having a great time, but often it feels like much more.
Especially times like this, since Ren was busy tonight Fletcher and I decided to take a drive around in my mother's car, which she seemed to not mind at all. In fact, she was extremely keen on the idea of me getting out of the house and spending some quality time with him. Perhaps, deep down she realises the confusion I've started to feel towards the feelings that slowly escalated for my 'friend'.
"So, where to?" I ask Fletcher as he sits unusually quietly in the passenger's seat. I take a discrete glance in his direction only to see him completely zoned out, it was as if he wasn't really here next to me but instead a completely different place.
"Fletcher?" I repeat in question, a small part inside me grows with constant self-doubt that perhaps he wasn't interested in listening to me ramble as per usual with no end, perhaps he had gotten bored already of being in my company, I note.
Seconds pass and still no answer, leaving us only with the quiet hum of the radio and the thumping beats of my heart.
"Drive anywhere," he mutters not really specifying where 'anywhere' could be. Instead, of questioning further I obey and continue to drive as the small droplet of rainfall on the windshield and the sky begins to darken like a chalkboard that is ready to be drawn on.
The atmosphere between the two of us was different today. Yesterday, when we last saw each other and decided on meeting up today everything was fine, he smiled, he laughed. He seemed fine. It was as if he went through an extreme mood change within twelve hours, even this morning when we were on call he seemed cheery. Nothing like this.
