Smoke and Mirrors

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I heard the doorbell ring ,  Bethany my foster mother opened I stood at her side we both shared a warm embrace with the guests , for a split second I hugged Finn , he smelled amazing like green apples . I hate to admit however I never wanted to let go , I never wanted to let go of him , I never wanted to let go of Curly . I think we both felt that way because we both melted into each other's embrace . 

We soon pulled apart. I felt cold without him , however I was not ready for anything let alone everything that was about to take place .

We all had our hello’s therefore we sat down , Finn seated across from me . He kicked my foot and smiled at me sarcastically , although I normally would be pissed and try to kill whoever did that to me . Not him, he could kill my favorite person and I would still have butterflies . I don;t understand why I feel like this around him , Bethany gives me a look that tells me to back off , agian I don’t understand does she want to  go to jail for satgitory rape .  

I’m lonely like a castaway. I sing lyrics for 5 seconds of summer . Aunt Bethany suggested that the boys stay over tonight to let their mother have some free time . I had no say now I have to stay on the fucking pull out  , while Nick and Finn take my bed . I continue to think and hum the song while walking into my room to grab a ciggie , my lighter , and a few blunts . As I open the door I forget Finn and Nick in the room . I stop the song and hear them applied. I blush a crimson red while taking a bow jokingly . I go to grab my items from my bedside table , as I lit a Cigarette Nick stares at me with a disapproving look , Finn shrugged it off and asked me to hand him one . I handed him one without second guessing he snacthed my lighter from my hand and carefully lit the cancer stick NIck left the room not able to stand the smell . Bethany was knee and elbow deep in her  “beauty “ routine to smell or care that we are underage smoking in her house . Plus she could use the “ I’m sorry she is still menatlly disturbed from losing her parents , “ card always works on the cops . My Mother would be ashamed of her sister using me for things , aswell as her as an excuse for somthing stupid like getting a free carton of milk from the gastation before . Half the town Looks at me in pity , and shame . ...

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