Assumptions

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(Sorry I'm currently obessed with this song)

I could feel everybody's eyes on me as I walked through the kitchen. They had all heard my crys and whimpers of fear from the night before.

My pathetic wailing for my dear old friend.

I had dark bags under my eyes and my messy black hair was unusually messy this morning.

I glanced at the kitchen bar to see Gramps having what looked like a fairly serious conversation with Boone.

I only caught bits and pieces.

"No need to be embarrassed around us."

"But-"

"Everybody is accepting in this household we promise."

I grabbed a juice box from the fridge before walking over to them.

"He's right." I yawned leaning on the counter "If they weren t I would've been out on the first day."

Boone smiled a little sheepishly.

"All of us are a little messed up around here." I added.
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Boone

It was then that I realzied how astonishingly gorgeous this boys eyes were. I couldn't tear my own away from them.

I could only imagine how beautifull they would be if there was happiness there instead of the sorrow and exhaustion that seemed to inhabit them.

"Messed up isn't the best way to explain it Rogue." Gramps, (he insisited on me calling him that." pointed out.

Rogue shrugged, "I bet the others would agree."

"Jacob is the happiest boy I know. I don't think he would agree." Gramps chuckled.

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Rogue

"He crys himself to sleep every night." I said bluntly.

"That's not a funny thing to joke about." Gramps scolded me.

"No really. He's only a room next to me. He trys to keep himself quiet. Milah knows as well."

Gramps frowned at this new information.

As if on cue Jacob walked in.

His eyes were red and puffy and the ever so obvious fake smile was plastered on his face.

"Morning ladies!" He announced with a stretch.

How other people didn't recognise his mask of happiness, I had no clue. Every joke he made was a cry for help. But he knew out of all of us, there had to be a happy one.

Jessie was the quiet one, unable to voice out her own inner turmoil.

Lance was the anxious one, always ready for the worst. Never able to truly relax.

I was..well I was the one that was to trapped inside my own mind to really have a personality.

And Jacob, he was the master of disguise. How he managed to smile through the pain he was going through, well to say the least I respected him.

I know I shouldn't.

But I do.

"If I could only see what you were thinking." Gramps joked a little sadly.

"You'd probaly get nightmares."

He silenced.

I walked away matching his silence.

I had more important things to do.

Who am I kidding.

I didn't.

But if I thought about any more sad truths, I was afraid I would break.

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