"These are nice sketches, Tracy." Allison complimented with a grin as she and Lydia were nearby the several drawings of birds and flowers.
"Thanks." Tracy gave a small smile.
"Are you taking any art classes this year?"
She shook her head. "I couldn't since I was a bit behind on credits but I took a small course over the summer." Allison nods and briefly locks eyes with me before she continued to look around the room.
This had to be one of the most awkward moments of my life. Out of all people in the world, how did I get stuck being in the same room with my ex and the girl I have a somewhat thing with?
Lydia made it seem like it was only Parrish that was coming over but she completely forgot to mention that Allison was tagging along!
"I don't see any signs of an attempted forced entry." Parrish said as he opened Tracy's bedroom window. "Except, there's a muddy scuff mark here but..."
I share a look with Tracy and instantly see the blush sear through her cheeks, taking note of her awkwardness since we both knew that it was mine from when I snuck inside her room a couple of times. "That's from me." She hesitantly answered which caused my eyes to widen. "I snuck out a couple of times in the past b-but I don't do it anymore. Nobody comes over beside Olivia."
"Yeah," I clear my throat. "but I use the front door. I don't sneak in or anything. Who would do that?" I nervously laugh, making sure to not look at Allison.
"Right..." Parrish trailed before he continued to examine the window.
I lock eyes with Lydia and see the subtle smirk before she continued to look around.
"Well other than that, the latch seems okay." He turns to face her with a curious expression. "You said something about birds, Tracy?"
"The bird was at the skylight." We follow her gaze to the skylight above her bed. "The one that woke me up." She explained and I feel her interlace her hand with mine, causing me to squeeze her hand in comfort.
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"Can I take a look?"
She simply nodded and Parrish grabs the chair from her desk before he carefully climbed on top of it.
His eyebrows furrow in confusion as he examined the latches. "Tracy, you said the skylight was sealed for weatherproofing?"
"Yeah, why?"
Parrish pressed his hands against the window and easily pushed it open which causes my eyes to widen. He peeks his head over to the roof but all I could think about was the conversations I've had about Tracy's nightmares.
There's no way she'd been experiencing the night terrors in real life...right?
Tracy takes a seat on the bench at the end of her bed but still held my hand, holding her worried expression.
