Breathe Again

I Wish I Knew You When I Was Young

"Ok you have to tell that story one more time. That really happened?" Chris says to Derek after he told the most embarrassing story of my life. Well maybe not the most embarrassing but damn close. "No he doesn't. He shouldn't have even said it to begin with. You jerk." I stick my tongue out at Derek. "Sorry, but it's cute. You were so convinced that poison ivy was leaves of five. No one could tell you otherwise. Then it was gold when you decided to collect a shit ton of it for crafts. You gifted nearly everyone at school with poison ivy."

"So you fucking repeat it! Oh man the whole lot you eat my shit!" I slump in my chair with crossed arms. "It was pretty funny, she made me a bracelet with it. It was the gift that, left it's mark." Liv says while fighting a fit of laughter. I throw a pillow at her. "Oh it's cute. So for tonight I have nothing planned." Chris states as he shoves his hands into his pockets. "I heard the kids are going to some concert." Peter states. "Yeah, my brother wanted to give them a cool experience so he's treating them to a concert. I'm not sure who." Chris tells him.

"You know what, not to change the subject but I think I actually have a picture of Maggie after the poison ivy incident." Derek says dashing off to the pool house, presumably to retrieve his laptop. "I'm gonna kill him." Chris wraps an arm over my shoulders, "Ah C'mon. I'm sure it's not that bad." I roll my eyes at him. "You're cute when you're mad." He says tapping my nose.

I head off into the kitchen to start some things for lunch, the girls follow. "Maggie, does it concern you that Derek might have be packing around a picture of you?" Rachel asks. "No, before Derek and I were anything, we were friends. We're still friends." I explain as I pull out a variety of cheese's and cold cuts. "Chris is an incredibly patient man when it comes to Derek." Laura says as she begins to help me. "Aren't we all?" Jen jokes. "Maggie, this house really is something. You're not a mansion type person, how did he convince you?" Liv asks which now has all the girls attention.

"He really didn't. He'd dreamed of buying this place since he was kid. I know how that dream goes, I bought the house in Georgia for that reason. Plus it does help that it's beautiful." I set up the rest of the snack tray and start making drinks. "Are you sure Scott is ok taking the kids?" Liv asks. "They're hardly kids anymore Liv. But yes he's fine." Speaking of Scott I can hear him pulling up. "Well you can ask him yourself." I say washing my hands.

Scott walks into the kitchen all smiles, "Oooh what are you making?" He says as he hungrily eyes the trays I just fixed up. He walks around the island and wraps in a hug. "Where's Simon?" He asks looking around.

He and Simon didn't get along at first but have realized they actually have a lot in common. Since we've been here Scott always asks about Si, and vice versa. Simon arrived two days after everyone else did and Scott has been very anxious to see. Although he'd say otherwise.

"He's upstairs." I tell him. "Oh well maybe I should go and check on him, he could get lost in this place." As he turns around Simon walks in, his hair still damp from the shower. "Hey Scott." He says walking to him and giving him a hug. "Hey, how you been? How was your flight?" Scott nervously rambles. Simon smiles, "I'm good now, flight was mediocre." The girls and I all stare at the awkward interaction with them. It's cute to see them all nervous and unsure of themselves.

"I have an extra ticket to the concert tonight if you wanna go?" Scott asks him. "Yeah sure, I'd love too. Who we seeing?" Simon asks. "Elijah's choice so, Post Malone." Simon nods and takes some food I had prepared. "Where's Derek?" Simon asks. I point out to the pool house, but Derek walks inside, luckily empty handed. "Where's the picture?" Rachel demands. "Couldn't find it. Hey, Si." Simon pats him on his shoulder. "I brought that thing you asked me to bring. It arrived day before I left." I'm intrigued. Derek looks uncomfortable.