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VII. The Moment I Tried To Take The Blame

A/N: That last chapter, a lot of great moments I loved writing. Especially the ones between Nate and Bex ^_^

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VII. The Moment I Tried To Take The Blame

Fourth of July—best fucking holiday next to Christmas of course. I look forward to this day every year, especially in Clinton Hills.

You see—this was one of the holidays my dad would always make time to spend with his family when he was still alive. We'd get up early in the morning and Mom would make a red,white, and blue themed loaded breakfast.

Afterwards, we'd get ready and head into the heart of town where everyone was getting their booths ready for the big block party the whole town would throw. Stores would get closed down for the day and everyone would be there.

But the best part of the day is the massive firework show at the end of the night, you can literally see the bright lights from anywhere in town—even our house.

Of course, Dad isn't with us anymore but it's still my favorite holiday—good things always come along during this day.

While I'm getting ready for the day, I pull on my fitted white t-shirt and run my fingers through the front of my hair with product, making sure it's styled just the way I like it. I can smell Mom making breakfast down stairs, getting me amped up for today.

"It's Fourth of July, woot!" Heather yells out as she skips out of her room and down the hall. She's wearing shorts and a red tank top. Her long hair is up in a ponytail with red,white, and blue ribbon hanging from it—very festive.

When I'm finished getting ready, I head down stairs and immediately dig in to Mom's loaded breakfast. This is so damn good—it's like Heaven in my mouth.

Don't get me wrong, Mom's cooking is always top notch but today is like buffet style with everything you can think of—everything.

"What are your plans for tonight?" Mom asks the two of us as we finish up our food.

"Probably just hang out with Ford—watch the fireworks from the docks," I shrug as I get up to put my plate in the sink.

"What about you Heather?" Mom takes a bite of her pancakes, curiosity in her eyes.

"Same—just hanging out with Bex," she avoids eye contact and quickly stands to put her plate in the sink.

When she walks past me, I look down at her with curiosity. Why is she acting so suspicious?

"Well sounds like a blast. You two have fun and be good the rest of the day," Mom yells as we head out the front door.

"So what are you hiding from Mama?" I ask Heather, shoving my hands in my pockets as we make our way to my truck.

"Nothing—" Heather's eyes widen as she quickly opens the passenger door and slides in. Hmm, nothing you say? I know she's keeping something from me and I'm bound and determined to find out what it is.

When I pull up in front of Bex's house to pick her up, my heart does a backflip when I watch her step down the front porch steps and walk towards my truck. She's dressed in a red summer dress that stops at the middle of her thighs, showing off her toned legs. As she walks closer, she pulls on a navy blue jean jacket and as I look further down, I notice she's wearing high heels—black ones.

Damn that's hot. Ok Nate shut the fuck up already!

I look between Heather and Bex, comparing their outfits. What the hell is going on? Usually Heather is the one all dressed up but today it's Bex.