“You heard me,” he replied, throwing my own words back at me. I think about stuff like that all the time.” “Aren’t you a little young to think about stuff like that?” And then I want to buy this house and raise a family here,” I firmly stated. I want to have my engagement party here and I want to get married here. “Whatcha’ thinkin’ about over there?” he questioned, sitting down facing me. I laid down on the blankets and pillows and beheld the vaulted ceilings with a content sigh. He handed me a bottled water to drink and then I passed it back to him so he could, too. We had magazines, board games, snacks and water. Over the last few months we had turned it into our own little paradise, bringing blankets and pillows to throw on the floor, candles for when it got dark, and sometimes Lucas would even bring in wood from outside to turn on the fireplace.
We parked our bikes behind the house and ran up the stairs. The times that he chose to be with me over the boys warmed my heart, especially when he preferred me to surfing. When I saw that he didn’t turn down my street and kept riding in the direction of our abandoned house, I smiled.
It was like adding fuel to the fire, making it bigger and wider with each flare of gasoline. He made it absolutely impossible for me not to laugh and he knew it, too. Pretending was better than knowing the truth… It was easier to pretend that we were still best friends, and that she was my girl and I was her boy. That one moment where you could have chosen a path that would lead you down a certain road. There is always that one moment in life where things could have been different. It was complicated, it was also just the beginning.
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