Sara

SARA’S POV

Devon seemed to like my parents, but I was too busy being embarrassed to really be happy about that.

“Oh! And remember that time she punched a boy in the third grade?” My mom exclaimed, tapping my dad’s arm.

A throaty chuckle came from my dad when he said, “I should have known she would date girls when that happened.”

“Dad.” I groaned.

Dev looked over at me with a smile and said, “You definitely raised a girl who could take care of herself.”

“Doesn’t stop you from trying to take care of me anyways.” I mumbled.

“That’s part of my job, right?” She asked with her slightly crooked smile. I loved that. It always seem to go higher on the right side than the left. And her blue eyes. And her dark hair that she always pushing up into a faux hawk. And that pine tree smell. And how she tries to seem all big and dominant and tough, but she’s basically a marshmallow. That first night when I woke up with her spooning me and she didn’t even seem to mind was what first let me know. She didn’t care that she was that close to someone, and I don’t think she would have admitted it to even herself, but she wanted that closeness. I loved that she can be sexy as all hell, but then sweet. I liked that she held open doors for me and paid for me and did everything she could to make my life easier. I liked everything about her.

I smiled and said, “I guess so.”

“So, Devon, I hear that you’re quite the baker.” Mom said, turning to look at Dev with a smile.

I watched her scratch the back of her neck, like she always did when she was nervous or embarrassed, I don’t even think she noticed when she did it. Another one of those things that makes me smile. “I’m alright.” She mumbled, and I could see the spot behind her ear turn red.

“Nonsense, you’ll have to bake something for us sometime.” My mother said, giving Dev a warm smile.

I watched her look down at her hands and nod, smiling a little, “Of course ma’am.”

“It’s Liz.”

Devon nodded again. “Liz.” She said, smiling some more.

I reached over and grabbed one of her hands in mine. “Maybe we can do something before we leave.”

“Sounds spectacular!” Mom said before turning back to watch the road. “What do you think Mike?”

He nodded, “Sounds good to me.” His voice was gruff and he wasn’t really smiling. I don’t think he liked the idea of Dev quite yet, not because she was a girl, but because it meant I was growing up. I was dating someone and he couldn’t protect me from what could happen. I think, like all dads, he was afraid that I’d get hurt beyond repair, or just hurt at all.

I wished I could put his mind at rest, but I knew it was possible. At any moment, Dev could walk away. I didn’t think she would, but it was a possibility, and my dad would always see that.

“What do you want to do for dinner, Mom?” I asked, hoping that my dad would warm up to Dev given the chance.

“We thought of stopping somewhere for dinner before we got home. You girls are probably pretty tired, aren’t you?” My mom said. She was happy about this whole thing. About me being home, about meeting Devon, about everything. My dad was a little less thrilled.

I smiled and said, “A bit. It was a pretty exhausting plane ride.”

“Well, we’ll just go somewhere quick then.”

My mother’s idea of quick is pretty much the opposite of normal people’s version of quick.

She took us to a Brazilian steakhouse. If you don’t know what that is, they take meat, steak and pork mostly, and put it on a stick and season the fuck out of it. They walk around and shave layers of this meat onto your plate, and then walk away and shave layers onto other peoples plates, and when they get through one layer of meat, they go back and reseason that shit.

It’s honestly some of the best stuff I’ve ever had. It just keeps coming around. You pay for it like the most expensive buffet ever, which is basically what it is, and they just walk around and feed you until you can’t eat any more of this stuff. Honestly, it’s one of the best ideas ever, for people who have the time.

Devon was pretty stressed on the short plane ride here, and I surprised she was able to sleep at all, but that whole experience plus that exhaustion you get from being in a moving vehicle for more than twenty minutes was really getting to her, and I noticed her fighting yawns for a while. She would look away and yawn or try and yawn without people noticing, and my mom was too busy talking to notice, and my dad was too busy wallowing in the fact I was growing up to realize, but I did. Even without trying to, I just did.

I couldn’t really do anything about it though, so I just focused on the food, and Dev always seemed to get excited when another round of meat came along. She had never been to one of these, and my family had only been a few times, but I thought she would have been able to go more often, with her lawyer parents.

My dad seemed to notice how enthralled by this all Dev was, because he pulled himself out of his misery and decided to talk.

“So, you’ve never been to one of these, have you Devon?”

She shook her head and took a drink of her water. “No sir, I’ve heard of them and there was one in Portland that my parents talked about going to, but they never had the time.” She didn’t seem upset about that though. I had heard her talk about her parents, and they never seemed to be there like my parents had been, like most people’s parents had been, in fact, most of her stories didn’t have family in them. She never seemed sad about it though, and the stories with her parents were wonderful, but she didn’t seem to mind that they weren’t around much. Maybe it was her time in the orphanage, or maybe she just didn’t need a lot of people in her life from a young age.

“Why didn’t they ever take you?” Dad asked.

“Mike.” Mom warned, probably thinking it was financial.

“No, it’s fine Mrs. Bradock-”

“Liz.” My mom corrected without missing a beat.

“Liz.” Dev said with a warm smile and looked back at my dad.”My parents didn’t have the time. They were usually on opposite sides of the court room telling everyone the other one was a liar. They were lawyers. They actually met in the court room. They were on opposite sides, enemies for however long they were in the room, and when they left, my dad asked my mom out and that was that.”

My father nodded slowly. “Lawyers, huh?”

“Yes sir.” I think my dad liked her calling him sir, it made him feel like he still had a little bit of influence on her. I thought it was respectful of Dev to do that, she always did that sort of thing.

“That’s a pretty intense job. Were they okay with you becoming a baker? Did they want you to take on the family business or something?”

Dev smiled weakly. “My family’s business was creativity, and my parents knew that. They didn’t expect me to become a doctor or a lawyer or anything. I mean, they supported me fully and always helped me as much as they can, which wasn’t a lot because they had no clue what to do in the kitchen. I can’t tell you how many times they came in to help and I had to find something easy for them, like breaking eggs or something.” Dev smiled like she was remembering something specific. “They never pushed me into that route though. I think they knew that I was going to follow my biological parents’ path instead, and they never cared about that sort of thing, they were pretty great parents.”

My mom had that sad look, the one everyone gets when they see those commercials for the pound on TV. The ones with the saddest looking dogs while they talk about all the horrible sad things that happen to dogs or about how the dogs don’t know that people can love them and things like that. The commercials that make you want to run out and adopt all the dogs and love them. Yeah, she had that look on her face. “What happened to your real parents?” She asked.

Dev took another drink of water; I could see her trying to collect herself. “They died in a car crash. My brother and I were eight when it happened. They had gone to see the Nutcracker ballet, they did it every year around Christmas, and on the way home a drunk driver ran a red light and…” Dev stopped talking and I found her hand under the table. She hated talking about it, she hated remembering. “My brother and I were at our babysitter’s house when she got a call. My had a note in the glove box that said to call her first, before anyone else, because she had us. My dad always thought it was stupid, but my mom was a worrywart, so she kept it. And she got a call and took us to the hospital. Caleb and I didn’t even get to see them. They had died by the time we got there and we were too young. My grandparents were either dead or didn’t want us, so we got thrown into the foster system. Caleb and I were separated and I got adopted by two lawyers.”

My mom’s sad face was even sadder now. “Oh honey.” She whispered.

Even my dad seemed different now.

Dev smiled a little again. “It’s fine; really, it was a long time ago. I have so many great things in my life that I can’t imagine it being any different from the way it is right now.” She cast a quick glance at me a smiled a little more before looking back at my parents.

There was more talking and eating, and then my mom finally caught Dev yawn.

“Oh, damn, I’m sorry Devon; I completely forgot you guys were pretty tired.”

“No, it’s not a problem, I really enjoy this place.” Devon said with a smile, trying not to look tired.

“Well, then you can come back when you come back to visit!” My mom said, determined to get us home now.

I saw my dad look back down at the table and mumble something under his breath, seemingly not happy about this whole ‘coming back to visit’ idea.

Devon tried really hard to pay, but my mom was just as stubborn as she was, and I eventually put a hand on Dev’s forearm and looked up at her. Dev seemed to step back, understanding what I was trying to say, and let my mom pay for us.

I could see her trying not to fall asleep in the car on the way back, so I pointed out all of the landmarks of my small town. The drugstore, the school, my best friend’s house, the road where I won the fastest bike rider title, the road where I punched a boy for trying to kiss me, the place we bought Christmas trees, the firehouse that my friend’s dad worked out. There wasn’t much, but I could remember everything about it. It was nice. Different from what I had now, but nice.

Devon brought in our bags, only letting me carry the lightest carry-on, and I led her to my old room, almost being tackled by our Golden Retriever, Dusty.

I flipped on the light and looked over at Devon who was petting my dog. He was lying on his back and letting his stomach get rubbed, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. “This must be Dusty.” She said with this big grin.

“He is. He usually sleeps in my room, I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not one little bit.”

I smiled and then chose that moment to look around at my room for the first time in ages and I immediately regretted it. I was too embarrassed to look at Devon, but I knew she had that big, crooked smirk of hers.

“I like it.”

I looked up at my room again. Posters of Ellen, Dido, Tegan and Sara (who I was not named after), and even a Some Kind of Wonderful poster, along with other things from high school. A diary with a lock, a guitar I used to play, pictures of friends, a bookshelf filled with all sorts of books, and some photos I had taken. It was only a couple years ago, but it felt like so much more.

“Liar.”

“You’re right, I love it.” I looked over at Devon to see her inspecting the bookshelf. “Dan Brown, but the most worn one if Deception Point, not his Langdon series.”

I shrugged. “I mean, they were ok, but I love Deception Point and Digital Fortress.”

“Harry Potter.”

“They were really great books.” I said, trying figure out what she really thought.

“Stephen King.”

“I sometimes like being scared.” I mumbled.

She turned and looked me at me, as if sizing me up for a moment, and then she smiled. “You are strange, and wonderful, and I’m pretty sure you’re perfect. Definitely complicated. And different from anyone else I know, except for the Harry Potter thing. You hate being scared, I know because you’ve told me.”

“Well…yeah.” I mumbled, feeling my cheeks flush.

“But you like it?”

“I also have H.P. Lovecraft in there.”

She smiled some more. “I love you.” She whispered and stepped closer to me, wrapping her arms around my waist and bringing me into her. I expected a kiss, but instead she just hugged me, which seemed more intimate than a kiss right now.

I could feel her heart beat and her strong arms were holding me tightly against her while I wrapped my own around her. I could feel her breathing and I could breathe in the pine tree smell. “I love you, Devon.” I whispered into her collarbone. I liked that she was taller than me. I liked that I fit into her like a puzzle piece.

“I love you, Sara. So much.” I felt her press her lips into the top of my head and I looked up at her. She had so much raw love in those eyes, so much intensity. I wasn’t scared though, not one little bit. I didn’t care how bad she could hurt me one day; all I wanted was to stay like this for another moment.

I heard someone clear their throat and I pulled away and turned to see my dad standing awkwardly in the doorway.

“Goodnight girls. Your mother said that Devon can stay in your room, apparently I am not your keeper anymore, but I will say that I sleep with my door open and expect this door to be open and I sleep just down the hall…so…yes. Goodnight.” And he turned and walked off.

I looked over to see Dev smiling after him, not in a making fun of way, almost like she admired him. “He loves you a lot.”

I chuckled. “He wants to keep me safe from people like you.”

“I do too.” She said.

I furrowed my eyebrows together. “What do you mean?” I asked as I walked over to my old bed.

“I want to keep you safe from everything, and I know I can’t, but I want to. I know you don’t need my help, but I want to help anyways. And yeah, I’d like to keep you safe from people like me. People who would have done anything to get into a girl’s pants, who didn’t remember names, who didn’t care about names.”

I opened one of the carry-ons and grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt as I tossed Devon some gym shorts and a tank top. “You’re different now.”

She looked at me with this weird smile. “You have no idea how different.”

Devon may have been acting a little strangely for a few days, but I chalked it up to Devon being Devon, now I was starting to wonder. Wonder what, I wasn’t sure, but wonder nevertheless.

We changed and I finally pulled back the covers and we got into bed.

Devon immediately rolled onto her side and I did too. She wrapped an arm around my waist and I soon felt her chest pressed into my back and her nose against the nape of my neck. She liked spooning, even if she wouldn’t say it out loud, she did. She liked being the big spoon the most, holding me like this. I liked it too. I liked that I felt like I was hers and she was mine. It always seemed to put my mind at ease. It didn’t matter what had happened, whether we had stayed home or we had gone out and some chick tried to flirt with her, when we fell asleep like this, I knew, I just knew, that she was mine and I was hers. I didn’t need to worry about a thing, because I had Devon to protect me. And, even if she didn’t realize it, she didn’t need to worry about anything either, because she had me to protect her.

I wanted to say something, but I wasn’t sure what to say. I just wanted to hear her voice again.

“Goodnight Sara.” She whispered into my ear while she shifted her leg so that it was pressed comfortably into mine.

I smiled and whispered, “Goodnight.”

I slowly opened my eyes, the room was bathed in a yellow light and the air was cool. I slowly rolled over to see the other side of the bed was empty.

I frowned, Dev had always been an early bird, but she didn’t usually leave. She would usually stay in bed and wait for me to wake up, I was used to her kissing my shoulder when I finally woke up.

I stood up and ran a hand through my hair, feeling my fingers get caught in a few places. I changed into a pair of jeans and a loose fitting t-shirt before walking outside of my room. I wrapped my arms around myself as I walked, trying to make myself just a bit warmer as I walked to where I knew Dev would be, the kitchen.

There she was, leaning against the island as she stared into space.

“Morning babe.” I mumbled as I shuffled up to her and leaned into her chest.

I felt her arms automatically wrap around me and I felt her lips curl up into a smile when she kissed my forehead. “Hey there, beautiful.” She whispered against me.

“Is everything alright?” I asked. She seemed off lately, and I was just a little worried. I didn’t want anything to be wrong. I didn’t want to worry, but I couldn’t really help it.

“Couldn’t be better.” She whispered and leaned back a little. She placed a finger underneath my chin and lifted it up so I would look her in the eyes. She was smiling warmly at me and I felt her thumb begin to trace my lips before moving to my cheek and then down my jaw line. She leaned down again and kissed me quickly before saying, “Sorry I wasn’t there this morning, I just thought I’d make muffins for everyone.”

I smiled and relaxed into her again, believing fully that nothing was wrong. I raised a finger up to touch the dip in her collarbone. “What type?”

“Blueberry and chocolate chip.” She whispered. I liked that she was whispering, like she wanted to keep this between us and not wake anyone.

Dev’s favorite type of muffin had blueberry and chocolate chips in it, and she had a pretty great recipe for it. “I like those.”

“I like you.” She whispered back.

I couldn’t help but smile. “I like you too.”

The oven did its one minute warning beep and Dev maneuvered her way over to the oven and turned off the timer before grabbing a dish towel and pulling the pans out. She checked a couple of them with a toothpick before turning the oven off and pulling the muffins out.

I’m glad my dad walked in at that moment instead of when Devon and I were hugging. He probably would have sulked about that all day.

My mom followed him into the kitchen, smiling like she couldn’t be happier. “What are you making there, Devon?”

Dev looked over her shoulder, smiling just as big a smile as my mother, “Blueberry and chocolate chip muffins.”

“They smell delicious!” She exclaimed while she moved closer to watch.

“Have as many as you like. They just came out of the over, so you should probably let them cool down, but they’re pretty fantastic.”

My mom placed a hand on Dev’s shoulder and said, “I’ll have to see for myself.” And winked at Dev playfully before walking over to me to start a conversation about school and my dad tentatively walked up to Dev. He didn’t say anything; he just stood there at looked at the muffins as she sprinkled sugar on them. They stood there in silence, not even looking at each other, but it suddenly felt like a big step for my dad, and maybe for Dev too.

The rest of the day was spent like that. Mom being Mom, and Dad trying hard to not hate Dev. He even seemed to like her when he didn’t think of her as my girlfriend. Dad would have really loved Dev if she hadn’t been dating me, but because she was he had to work a little harder and didn’t seem to want to admit that she seemed pretty great. But I could tell that he liked her. They even watched some old soccer games together while my mom and I got some dinner together. Dev had offered to help, but my mom told her not to, that she had already made breakfast for everyone, but I think she really just wanted her and Dad to have some more bonding time.

That night, my dad didn’t even make any awkward, creepy, bedtime threats. He just said goodnight and went to his room, leaving Dev and I to get changed and crawl into bed together.

“Are you having fun here?” I asked after a few minutes of lying in bed.

“I am. I really like it here. It must have been nice growing up here.” She nuzzled into me a little more and kissed my neck.

I smiled. “It had its days.”

“I like it here. Are you having fun?”

“I’ll admit, I missed it a bit.” I said slowly.

I felt her smile against me and she said, “I told you it was a good idea to come.”

“Alright, you were right.” I said, smiling a little wider, and then I rolled over so I was facing her. I kissed her softly and then I closed my eyes. “Thanks for making me come here.”

“Thanks for coming.” She said and kissed my forehead before whispering, “Goodnight Sara, sleep well. I promise to stay here with you tomorrow morning.”

I smiled and said, “Goodnight, Dev. I’ll see you in the morning.”

I woke up a little later than I meant to, but true to her word, Dev had stayed with me the entire morning.

“Hey.” I said and yawned.

“Hey.” She whispered back with this big grin before kissing me.

I wasn’t prepared for the type of kiss she gave me, the deep kind, the one with tongues and roaming hands, and I was soon left breathless. Dev’s reaction was always to kiss my neck when I needed to catch my breath, which may or may not have been one of my weaknesses.

“Devon.” I gasped out when she nipped at my pulse point. “My parents.” I whimpered quietly, trying to stay quiet so that my dad didn’t wonder what was going on.

“They left about fifteen minutes ago to pick up some last minute things. They stopped by the room to see if you were up yet and told me to tell you.” She breathed against me before slipping her hands under my shirt.

“How long will they be?” I could feel my will breaking down as she touched me.

“Not much longer I don’t think.”

“Dammit.” I moaned as I felt her fingers move down to the waistband of my sweatpants. “We shouldn’t.” As much as I wanted to.

She sighed and pulled her hand away, but smiled anyways. “You’re right. I just miss getting to do that.”

“When we’re back home, that’s the very first thing I want to do.” I said before kissing her again. I had to pull away quickly or I knew it would escalate and I wouldn’t have the will power to stop it again.

“Anything you want.” She whispered and pressed her forehead against mine.

We stayed in bed for a while before Dev said that we should probably get up and get changed before my parents got home. She had a pretty good idea, because they came home a few minutes after Dev and I had settled on the couch and turned on the Food Network.

Dev immediately stood up and grabbed some of the bags from my mom and asked if she needed help, which my mom turned down, saying we were on vacation and shouldn’t have to do what we do every day at school on vacation. Dev tried to convince her to let her help, but lost the battle against my mother and retired to the living room with my dad and I.

She sat back down with me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. I let my head rest against her shoulder while I watched my dad flip through the channels of the TV.

“Football’s not on yet.” He mumbled to himself as he looked for something to watch.

He finally settled on something, but didn’t seem to be very interested in it.

I could hear my mom cooking in the kitchen; she always liked cooking alone, so I wasn’t too worried about her.

Dusty was lying at Dev’s feet, he had really taking a liking to her, which was good, because I had taking a liking to her too. He was panting, but then I think he smelled the food because he got up and sauntered over to the kitchen.

“Pregame started.” Dad said after a while and switched it over to the football game. “You watch football Devon?”

“Sometimes, it’s not a big thing for me, but I enjoy it.” She answered, which was true, because while she enjoy soccer, hockey, and baseball more, she did like football.

“Seattle is doing well this year.” My dad acknowledged.

“They are, and it’s a pretty big source of pride up there. Not as big as our soccer games though. The Sounders fans always take up the city on game day.” She said with a smile, she may have been exaggerating slightly, but there were a lot more soccer fans than football fans up there.

“I’ll have to come see sometime.” Did Dad just offer to come visit us?

“We’d be happy to make some room for you if you decided to come up.” Devon said.

He nodded and focused on the game some more.

My mom eventually came back into the living room and spent some time watching the game with us before going back to check on the food.

Devon and I got up to set the table once my mom said that it wouldn’t be much longer and we were soon all sitting at the table with a ton of food in front of us. We were passing food around the table and my dad was carving turkey for everyone, my mom was making exaggerated hand gestures and my dad was smiling to himself as he listened to her insane stories.

Devon had a large plate of food, and when I asked her later she said that it was because she wanted my mom to know that she liked her cooking, and I fed scraps to Dusty under the table like I did every year.

My dad was watching the game as he ate, but still engaged into the conversation most of the time. My mom kept telling stories from when I was a kid that I really wished she wouldn’t talk about, but she did anyways. Dev didn’t seem to mind though; in fact she seemed excited to hear about my childhood.

After our lunch slash dinner, we cleaned up plates and put food into containers and went back to the living room to finish watching more football.

I was leaning into Devon with my feet up on the couch when I first yawned. Dev tried to tell me to go to the bed, but I told her I was fine, and not even fifteen minutes later, I had fallen asleep on Devon.

DEVON’S POV

It was Saturday night, the last night before we left, and Sara was in the shower. She normally took showers in the morning, but I had found a way to convince her to take one now by saying she could sleep in tomorrow morning. This left me alone with her parents, so if I was going to do it, I needed to do it now.

I sat there awkwardly on the edge of the couch while they watched me curiously. I rubbed the back of my neck and then decided to scratch Dusty between the ears while I tried to figure out what to say. I had told them that I wanted to talk to them, but now I had to figure out what to say.

“I love Sara.” I said after a moment and I smiled a little as I thought about everything I loved about her. “I’m better with her than I ever was or could have been without her. And…I want to stay that way with her. I know that you don’t know me well, but that’s why I wanted to come here. I wanted to get to know you, and I wanted you to get to know me before…before I asked her to marry me.”

Silence. Silence. Silence.

And then her mom, Liz, smiled. “You’re going to ask her to marry you?”

I felt my face get hot and I looked down at my hands. “I hope to. With your blessing of course. I’ll be honest though,” I said, looking up at them for a moment, feeling more determined, “I don’t need it. I want it, more than anything, but I love Sara. Being told that you don’t like it won’t stop me. I want to hear that you agree, but I want to marry Sara more than that.”

Her dad was watching me, and it was really his opinion I wanted, I knew that Liz was all for it, but I wasn’t sure about her dad.

“I’ll give you my blessing if you can tell me how you know you love her. What do you feel? What is love? If you can answer me, then I will support this one hundred percent.”

It sounds like such an easy question, but it’s one of the hardest I’ve ever been faced with.

I opened and closed my mouth a few times, trying to fit everything I felt when I was with Sara into words, but there weren’t words that could adequately describe anything I felt when I was with her. Eventually, I came up with the closest description to love I could find, and it didn’t do justice to it at all, but before I could actually say anything, her dad stopped me.

“I’ve heard enough.” He said.

“But I didn’t—”

He shook his head. “If you can describe it easily, it’s not at true as you think it is. It’s too big an emotion to easily describe. There are many types of love, but the type of love I needed you to have for my daughter isn’t the love you can give words to. It’s the love you need to make a marriage work.” He said and then smiled, really smiled for the first time. “I wish you all the luck in the word with my daughter Devon, I think you two are wonderful together. I know I haven’t been particularly enthusiastic since you’ve been here, but I’m a father, and like all fathers, I have trouble admitting when my girl has grown up. I can’t keep her safe anymore, I can’t watch over her all the time, but that’s why we let other people marry our daughters, because they can do what we want to do when we aren’t allowed to anymore. I trust you to take care of her, and I’ve seen how you two are together, I can tell you love each other.”

Liz reached over and took my hands in hers and said, “You take care of my baby girl, alright?”

I smiled, “Of course ma’am.”

“Good. As for our blessing, you’ve got it. Sara would be crazy not to say yes.” Liz said and leaned in to kiss my cheek before pulling away.

Sara came into the room a minute or so later. “Are you coming to bed?” She asked, standing in the doorway with a slightly confused face when she saw how we were sitting.

I stood up and reached out to grab her hand. “Yeah.” I said with the biggest smile I think I’ve ever had. “Come on.”

I changed and crawled into bed with her, holding her from behind. “I love you so much Sara.” I whispered.

“I know, and I love you too.” She whispered.

“I’ll see you in the morning, baby.” I whispered and kissed her shoulder and closed my eyes, feeling like I was one of the luckiest people on the planet, and I hadn’t even asked Sara yet.

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You guys, this only took about two hours to actually write, but I have the worst attention span ever and I just start writing and then I'm on Tumblr and then I'm watching TV and then I'm playing video games and then listening to music and then I'm like, 'Oh, I need to write.' It's not that I can't do it, it's that I go to school and then I'm all tired and just want to sleep and relax and I love writing, but I just take my time with it, so normally it takes me forever to get out six pages, but I got this one out pretty quick because I got really into this chapter. And then I was on page 8 and was like 'Oh...I need to speed this up....' so I kinda skipped over Thanksgiving and stuff, and I'm sorry, but I think it was less about Thanksgiving and more about getting to know the family I guess. I hope you guys don't mind!

Did you like it? Sorry it was so long, I just got really into it haha. I hope you liked it anyways though!