Remember, I told you

Pretend

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Ryder's pleading eyes looked down at me, begging me to give him a chance. His arms were snaked around my waist, as I awkwardly balanced against him, struggling to stand still. Definitely too close for comfort.

"Please Rosie, just please..." He practically begged again, for the third time. And again a tense silence filled the air as he and I both waited for my response.

How I ended up here, in a coat closet, pressed against Ryder, barely catching my breath, deserves an explanation...

Only hours before...

The sun had just risen, but the cool air and clouds refused to let the heat scorch us.

I was telling Linda and James about finding Evalyn's paintings, Cas's upcoming dance recitals, Julie and Lannie and their craziness, and Mo and the diner, careful not to bring up Ryder and any of our recent encounters. I wasn't sure what he told his parents about our relationship, but it didn't feel like my place. Plus the moment was light and happy and I needed that, even if just for a few minutes...

James laughed as I said, "I even found that old painting that you and Evalyn did together. Remember that muddy blob, barely resembling a football?"

"Oh god, I really sucked," he admitted. "But to be fair, Evie did say-

I cut in and quoted the words I heard song long ago, but would do anything to hear again, "'Art is supposed to be beautiful to you, it's not for anyone else.'"

James had a surprised look on his face, as I said with a sad smile, "Yep, I got the spiel too."

"Okay Rosie, I wanna hear more about you. What have you been up to? Are you singing again? Please say yes!!" Linda questioned.

"Actually," I began, "I've been playing the guitar again. It's small really nothing, but I perform down at Eddie's place in the nights."

James animatedly said, "That's so great Rosie. I'm so proud. You must be the new talent everyone's been raving about!"

"Yeah...um...no... Definitely not me. The crowd isn't exactly getting wild."

"Regardless, I'm glad you're singing again. Your voice should be heard." Linda said.

"We'll be there, starting a riot!" James yelled, pumping his fist in the air, while Linda egged him on.

"Thank you, but y'all are both as crazy as I remember," I teased.