The Boy

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Chapter 23:
-Cassie's POV-

"It feels good to be wearing something not all dressy when I'm im the dirty attic." I said looking at Ryan across the room.

"I would imagine. Being a beautiful dress and then getting it dirty is fun." he said.

"There's nothing in the attic." I said.

He looked up at me.

"Why did we go back up here anyways?" I said wiping dust of my hand with my shorts.

"Well everybody was doing their own thing I wanted to be somewhere different. And what's wrong with attics?"

"I didn't say anything was wrong with attics. I just think it's a little gross." I said as I threw something light and old on the floor.

"Well I'll have you know I sleep in my attic."

"You sleep in your attic?"

"Yeah. it bets staying on a floor with a mom that never talks to you and 3 annoying young brothers."

"Brothers?"

"Wait. You have brothers?" I said.

"Yep. 3 young brothers that annoying me to death. I would die for brother like Max though."

"I never know this. And trust me, you don't want to have a brother like Max." I said.

"Why's that? He doesn't really seem to annoy you or do anything stupid."

"Yeah, your right."

I was still wonder why he didn't tell me anything about his brothers.

"So tell me about your brothers then." I said walking towards him.

"Oh, well if you want to."

He found a chest and sat down on it and I sat down next to him.

"Well there's Joe who's 4, Michael who's 5 and Mitchell who's also 5. Uh Joe is a pretty smart kid, but he's one of those annoying type ones. Michael and Mitchell are twins so they do EVERYTHING together so you can how that would go."

"What about your mom and dad?" I said.

"Oh." He said.

"I'm sorry." I said. I really didn't think that would upset him.

"No don't be." he said. "my mom is great and all but sometimes she doesn't really care about me but she seemed to enjoy the fact that when I told her I wanted to play the violin back."

"Well that's good." I didn't know what to say.

"And my dad." he stopped talking. "my dad is no longer in life."

"I'm so sorry."

"Don't be. He's not dead, I think. He left my mom after Michael and Mitchell were born."

"That sucks. Why would he leave?"

"He left because he found someone else. So he left my mom a couple days after Michael and Mitchell were born, making us take care of them."

He looked down at his fingers.

"If you don't want to talk about its ok."

He made a little chuckle. "thanks." And kissed my cheek.

"So want to play a game?" I said laughing.

"Haha sure."

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Sorry for a crappy ending I didn't know what to do so it shall end with that bad ending and sorry for the crappy title I can't think of one. Lmao I'm still pretty much sorry for not updating, I wasn't busy I just haven't been on here for a while.

-Kristen