Second Chance [Four/Tobias]

Twenty

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The next day, I wake up to my dad cooking breakfast.

"Morning, Avy," He waves.

"Morning dad," I yawn.

"You got a call," He says.

"Who was it?" I ask, lazily.

"It read Tobias. I didn't answer it though."

"Oh."

I'm sure my cheeks turned red. He literally called when I was at my dad's. In his defense, he didn't know.

"I'll be back, alright? I'll call back," I grab the phone and sneak inside a room.

"Tobias?" I call him.

"Avyanna?" He answers.

"Yeah, hey," I smile.

"Where are you? Should I pick you up?" He asks.

"Nope. Listen, I told Christina to inform that I'll be late to work. We'll talk once I'm back," I tell him.

He sighs. "I'm confused."

"I know. I'm in Itasca right now," I sigh.

"Why the hell are you in Itasca?!" He sounds surprised. "Itasca?!"

"Yeah," I say, sheepishly.

"Honey, what's the matter? Is everything alright?" My dad calls from the kitchen.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I call back.

"Who's that?" Tobias asks.

"Tobias, I have to go,  I love you. Bye,"

"No, wai—"

I hang up and sigh.

"Dad, I have to go," I sit down for breakfast.

"Go where?" He asks.

"Back. I told my boss I'll be there late. It's the last day so..." I shrug.

"Aw," He sighs.

"Dad, why don't you move to Chicago?" I ask.

"What?" He laughs.

"It's not a joke dad. For real. We can be way closer," I reach out for his hand.

"Avy...that's nice and all. But I have a life here. I can't abandon it." He looks at me. "If it makes it any better, we can visit each other often. We have lots to talk about."

"Yeah..." I sigh.

After that I shower and knock on Kelly's, which is just beside—408.

"Kelly," I smile at her.

"Too early," She yawns.

"Sorry. I just wanted to thank you," I give her a hug.

She awkwardly patted me on the back. "Yeah, you're welcome, I guess,"

And with that, I drive back to Chicago.
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I drop at my work place directly.

"Late night?" Christina asks. "Sleep in?"

"Sorta. I had to go to Itasca." I sit down and as usual, start my work.

"Itasca? Why?" She asks.

"Long story, short: a visit to my long lost parents," I frown at the computer. "Please keep the number of questions to one."