"They're nice" I whispered, as Nate and I walked out of the hospital room, we spent a few hours holding Manny, he would occasionally open his eyes and sneeze, even sometimes cry every time he saw Nate, it was cute to see him interact with something (one) so fragile.

"Yea, and annoying" Nate scoffed, he seemed to be really close to them, I loved their bond. Before leaving, I wanted to stop by my mothers room one last time, I told Nate if he wanted to come in, but he said another time, so he waited outside, and I walked in, hearing the machine beep at every heart beat my mother made. I breathed in a deep breath, as I saw my mother clipped into a machine, and an IV on her, she was Injected with a needle, to her hand, to let the liquids in her system.

She was still sleeping, I smiled, "see you tomorrow" I whispered and quickly left the room. When I walked out, I was surprised no tears dropping,I saw Nate leaning on the wall, staring at who knows what. I was glad to have someone like Nate to be with me in this kind of situation, "let's go" I said, and we walked out of the building.

Gibson was outside, speaking on the phone, "Thea!, I have to go, sorry if you don't have a ride, there's an emergency at the clinic" he said, and hurried to his car. I looked up at Nate and squinted, as the sun shined, "I guess it's you and I, again" I said. Nate scoffed, "We are always being put together, aren't we?" He laughed, and hung his arm over my shoulder.

He walked me to his car, which was really nice, a black Mercedes Benz. Damn.

He started the engine, "I don't like the doctors" Nate suddenly said. I looked at him and laughed, buckling my seat I gave him a confused look, "okay?" I chuckled. Nate,ran the engine, so the car was roaring at the back, I looked at him, and he looked at me, as if he had showed me his best invention.

"My parents thought I was a psychopath, so I had to be checked on" he said, sighing and finally driving off, I giggled, "you know, anyone could be a psychopath, even the person you think the least would be, come on, my mothers a psychologist, I've studied it for years, I can tell a persons condition just by looking at them" I cocked an eyebrow.

Nate smirked at me, "oh yea?, what about me?" He said, I gasped, "Well, I don't know... to be honest, you're really hard to read, it's like you're controlling me" I laughed. But Nate didn't, "what do you mean, am I different?" his voice was dark.

"Calm down Nate, just because I can't figure you out, doesn't mean you're different, you're unique, I just can't figure you out, in a good way" I mumbled, the last bit, Nate's grip on the wheel, was tight, I guess I said the wrong thing.

"Nate, I'm sorry-" he cut me off.

"It's fine, it's just that you're hard to read as well, you drive me crazy at times, Thea, you're different from other girls I've met" he said, sharply turning, I held onto my seat, Nate's moods changed, the atmosphere was dark, "s-sorry" I whispered.

Nate, pulled up to my house, as much as I didn't want to leave, I opened the car door, and thanked Nate.

Why did he get so mad?

Nate drove off without a goodbye, or 'no worries'.

I didn't feel like going home yet, so I walked around, I had one more day until I started my job at the bookstore, to be honest I didn't have the best position, but I hope one day, I'll move to New York, and be an artist. I have my passion and dreams all in one box, but the box is slowly crushing.

I sighed, as I saw faint white, sparks of snow fall, winter was finally here, I could imagine my mothers face, if she saw the snow. My mother absolutely loves snow, I remember me, mum, and dad, having snowball fights. I took out my phone, and snapped a picture of the sky, and snow, I hoped to show my mother once she's awaken and better.

I walked further into town, kicking the snow so no one falls, my phone began to ring, it was Marcls number.

"Hello?" I said, starting off, Marcl was breathing really hard, "Thea?!" He yelled. I distanced my head from the phone, his voice was so loud.

"Geez, what's wrong?" I asked, Marcl, was a very positive person, it was like luck was his best friend, he never ever had anything bad happened to him.

"Jennie... s-she cheated on me!" He cried, my chest felt tight, I felt bad, I didn't know what to do, so I stayed calm.

"Marcl, I'm so sorry, when do you fly back?" I asked, walking into a music store, that sold old mixtapes and vinyls.

"T-Tomorrow night" he sobbed, I wish I was there to comfort him, I really do.

"Okay, I promise once you get back, I'll be there to cheer you up" I tried to sound happy, but how was I supposed to be happy, when everything's just not going well? I was mad, and frustrated. I sighed and composed myself. "Marcl, I need to go now, call me when you land" I said and hung up. I needed to refresh my brain.

I looked through the old albums, and mixtapes, I wasn't a person to listen to rap, or up beat songs, I was an old music person, I loved listening to the 70s or 90s songs, it calmed me, but as music evolved, I kind of stopped.

I found an old album by Weezer, I placed the CD in the slot, and skipped through the track list, until my favourite song came on. Island in the sun.

The guy at the cashier watched me closely, as I closed my eyes, and swayed my body, breathing normally and finally calming down.

Listening to the melody of the song, that filled the store, just me, and the cashier.

"Hip hip, hip hip"

"Hip hip, hip hip"

"When you're on a holiday, you can't find the words to say, All the things that come to you, and I want to feel it too"

"On an island in the sun, we'll be playing and having fun, And it makes me feel so fine I can't control my brain"

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