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.07

Weeks passed and many days were spent working late or getting off early to see Sunday. She'd gotten a low paying job that she didn't quite care for but still prided herself on being liked by everyone that walked in. I found that preposterous as she sounded miserable talking about the place.

That wasn't the only thing I'd found out about her though. We often sat down and she let me ask questions or she'd tell stories of her childhood smiling at fond memories or cringing at what I assume are the bad ones. Shed tell stories about how she was an all A student with a bright future and how she had planned to go to college and get a degree in something. Then she'd get depressed telling how her parents were strict and told her to keep her head on her shoulders instead of the clouds. Or how they never approved of her fully no matter what she did to please them. The times she'd talk about her parent would send her into my arms weeping and begging for comfort.

So that's what I did.

I put on some cheesy romance movie and let her rest her head in my lap as she laid out on the couch. I'd caress her hair whispering comforting words. Eventually she's move past her lapse and go back to be well Sunday. She'd laugh at the awful puns and snort calling the movie cliche and saying love like that really doesn't exist.

All while she giggled or complained I'd half listen while trying to calm down the butterflies erupting in my stomach. Then she'd glance up her green eyes wide as she grinned at me. This action just sent another thousand butterflies fluttering around in my stomach while she turned back to the tv.

One day though in the midst of the movie were were watching I find the courage to ask her yet another question I often pondered. I don't know why I felt so afraid to ask such a happy girl a question but I did. She seemed content though with her lips parted as if ready to pick the movie apart and her eyes focused on the screen.

"Hey Sunday."

"What question do you have now?", she asks a sly grin on her face. I let out a soft chuckle as turns her head to look at me.

"You always say you lived in Arizona...how the did you end up here?"

"I moved.", she shrugs.

"Well obviously.", I snort not satisfied with the answer I'd received.

"Again with the sarcasm huh?", she asks.

"Yes and that wasn't a good enough answer."

"Pushy too, damn who stepped on your tail."

"I don't have a tail now spill.", I say leaning forward resting my elbows on my knees and looking at her. She sighs then nods.

"I ran away."

"What?"

"I ran away from them. Well not technically, I mean I was eighteen at the time so I was fine but they said I'd always stay around them and I didn't want that. I ran away and I've moved around saw things lived freely.", she grins laying back against the couch cushion.

"So you're a little runaway."

"Exactly."

"Never saw that coming from ms I want to be liked."

"I wanted to be liked and my parents weren't fans so I left. Anyway they did it to me. If it weren't for them I might not be this way.", she says avoiding eye contact rubbing her hand over the maroon burnout style shirt she was wearing.

"So you're blaming it on them."

"It's not blaming if it's what really happened."

"If you say so.", I chuckle. She rolls her eyes and pushes my shoulder back, resting her head against my chest. I raise an eyebrow and she sighs pulling my arms around her shoulders.

"Oh so now you're cuddly after calling people in movies stupid for it."

"Shut up and watch the movie Seamus."