Chapter forty eight

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Mavis.

I didn't know it would be so easy  to admit.

But then again I didn't believe in it anyway, maybe for other people, in movies or books but I didn't think it would happen to me.

But he makes it so simple to love him. It was so effortless to fall in love with him that I haven't realized it till now. A kiss, that's all it took for me to calm down, I didn't want to punch anything after seeing him and it weirded me so much. In my twenty-one years of life, I've never calmed down so easily. As the afternoon passed   Between us, I realized that it wasn't sorcery but rather the feeling that society boasts about everywhere and anywhere.

I am in love with him.

I didn't freak out, that's surprising, I was about to but then I saw him smiling and I decided I would hang the moon for this man. I loved the fact that I am in love with June rather than anyone else. He is the right choice I've made between so many wrongs.

After years of endless lonesome nights, so many lonely lunches, thousands of unshared songs, and a million tears, I think I've found my person. He sends me songs that remind him of me, he picks up when I call at four am, he makes sure I've eaten and I know will always be here to wipe my tears away.

I sound so sappy, but fuck it I'm happy.

"Ooh, someone is in a good mood, what are you baking?" Wren tries to put his finger inside the cake's paste but I quickly smack it away. "Out of the kitchen,"

He doesn't go away, rather he makes himself comfortable on a chair. "Preparing another cake for your boyfriend?"

"I was going to make two but maybe you're fat enough,"

"I'm not fat," he counters and I nod, "right, let's be body positive and all, so just slightly overweight?" he wasn't overweight, he is just very meticulous when it's comes to his appearance and I like to tease him about that.

Rolling his eyes at me, he leans on the table while crossing his arms. "How is June?" I saw his tiny smirk that he couldn't hide. I decide to play his game and not let myself get defensive, "he is doing alright. he said he wanted to meet you again,"

My perfectionist boyfriend did not approve of his first meeting with my brother, he said he deserves a do-over to impress him. I don't really care if they approve of him or not, it's a miracle that I actually found a person, they should be grateful.

Wren's eyebrows shot in surprise, "really? Is he that eager to meet your family? He must very serious about you,"

I shrug, "Yeah, I guess he is."

"What about your oldest brother, does he want to meet him too?" he carefully asks. He knows Arden is still a sore subject, we've been ignoring each other for the past two days but I've been planning on speaking with him. June is right, I do miss him a lot and I'm tired of fighting with him over stupid bullshit. "Of course he wants to meet him too, but Arden is the problem,"

"I am the problem of what now?" his timing is always on point. He enters the kitchen, his eyes scanning around the mess I made and a questioning look travels his face. "You're baking? I thought you were allergic to being happy now,"

I send him a pointed look, "hilarious," he shrugs and takes a seat next to Wren. "So what did I do now? You knows since apparently I've been doing imaginary stuff to make you mad at me,"

I scoff, "Have you always been this childish? I don't think your imaginary fans would like that," if he wanna be petty, I can be ten times worst.

He glares at me but before he could retort Wren interfered, "You both are childish, even ridiculous cause you cant see what's right in front of you. So stop acting stupid and deal with your problems like grown-ups rather than swapping insults like ten-year-olds.  I won't let you ruin my vacation, so deal with it,"

He sounds angry, And Wren is rarely angry. He left the kitchen quickly after, leaving us with an awkward silence.

"It's your fault,"

"You were the one talking about me," he shot back and I roll my eyes at his idiocy. He didn't even fully hear what I was talking about it and ultimately assumed I was speaking badly. "Did you hear what I was talking about before you got into the kitchen?"

He is quiet and I cross my arms, "that's what I thought. You always say I'm too defensive but you're worst than me, Arden,"

"You attacked me the minute I was in the house, I didn't even get a proper greeting from you. What do you expect me to think?" he looks rather hurt than angry, and I know that because his mouth was slightly turned upside down, and he keeps running his hand through his hair in frustration.

"Did you ask yourself why I reacted that way?" I ask, just as the timer ringed and I had to take out the cake from the oven. Baking a red velvet cake is my favorite thing, it always turns out so pretty.

"Why did you react that way?" I almost didn't hear him, his voice just above a whisper.

"Because you looked like a stranger," I paused for a moment, then faced him again, "and then you started acting like everything was alright between us when you ignored me for a year and only called when you wanted to control things. Do you know how infuriating it is to receive a call from your brother, who is on the other side of the country, not because he misses you but to tell you how you're about to make another mistake and ruin your life again?"

Stillness, until he shakes his head. "I'm sorry about that, but you were the one who cut me off, Mavis. You stopped talking to me, and only paid attention to Wren-"

I cut him before he could finish his sentence, "no, you don't get to say that. I didn't cut you off, you did. After my overdose you stopped speaking to me, barely making eye contact with me even, and the times you did was to yell at me or give me orders. You kept reminding me about the lowest point of my life over and over, a mistake I was really trying to outgrow, but you never let me live it down."

I didn't realize I was holding my breath until I was panting, God it felt good to say it out loud. His lips formed a tight line, jaw harshly clamped and I have no idea what he is feeling right now. He doesn't look sad, or angry, I need a few more hints to understand.

"Arden, you know you have to speak for me to understand right?" I ask and he abruptly stands up. Hands clenched into fists, maybe he is angry, but then I meet his gaze and I soften a little. His blue eyes never looked more vulnerable. "I'm sorry Mavis. I'm so fucking sorry."

"I never wanted to make you feel that way, but damn it you can't imagine how scared I was that day," he was the one to find me in my room, passed out. I never considered it and that's just another proof of my selfishness. But now is not the time for that.

"The fact that I could have lost my little sister because I didn't protect her enough, haunted me for years, and it still does." he waits, taking a breath, "even when I'm miles away, I can not stop thinking of the worst. And if you think that I don't miss you, you're dead wrong. Every time I see something that reminds me of you, I stop and think if you still like it or if you've outgrown it, and-"

He wavers for a second, gulping down a lump. "And it breaks my heart that I don't know you like I used to."

I didn't know that. I didn't think he would feel the same way I did, or that he cared that much.
I've always like I was a burden to them like they were obliged to take care of me and that's why I hate asking for help. I don't want anyone to think I'm disabled and not capable of taking care of myself. But apparently, I even managed to hurt the people I love by trying to be independent.

I can always find a way to hurt.

But I can try to fix it. So I hug him, and he is so startled that it takes him a minute to hug me back. Mumbling into his chest, I try to keep my tears in check. "I missed you, Arden. a lot."

He wraps his arms tighter, and ruffles my hair, "I missed you too, And I will try to be less fussy about your love life, if you still have one."

I look up at him and he smirks. "Haha, very funny."

We pull away and I turn back to my cakes. "Talking about my love life, June wants to meet you,"

"Who is June?"

"Her boyfriend," Wren responded as he joins us again. I quirk an eyebrow at him, "were you eavesdropping?"

he grins in response. "Gotta admit that was quite emotional, I almost teared up." before I could throw something his way, Arden punched him in the stomach, and he doubled over as he muttered, "you bitch,"

"How does he know your boyfriend and I don't?" Arden asks me while looking down at Wren.

"He briefly met him when he picked me up two days ago, I thought he told you,"

"You were with him when you left that day?" he says with a surprised expression plastered on his face. I nod and just as Wren was getting up, Arden pushed him down again and put his knee on his neck. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Are you mad?! This is not a football field, get off me you fat fuck-" Arden pressed harder and Wren shrieked.

"You just let her go with a stranger you stupid-"

"he isn't a stranger." I warned. So much about not fussing over my love life. Distracted by looking at me, Wren managed to push him off. "That was attempted murder, I will sue you and your team."

He coughs and leans against the refrigerator. "And Arden, you don't have to worry about her boyfriend. That boy is too pretty to hurt a fly,"

"I don't know how to feel about this statement," I eye him, and he only smirks. Wren's sexuality was never clear, he doesn't like labels and goes for anyone he likes. No matter the gender. "You should be flattered I find your boyfriend pretty,"

"Alright, shut up." I glare.

"How did you meet him?" Arden asks, bringing my attention back to him. "He was in one of my classes," it wasn't entirely false, but not entirely true, but He doesn't need to know that.

"What major does he study? Does he work? Is he from around here?" Arden kept going but I stopped him with a look. "I guess I will ask him myself,"

"Just so you know I don't need your approval to date him, and don't you dare make him feel like he is in a job interview," I look back at Wren and point a finger, "and you, for once in your life act normal."

"I will try," Arden confirms while Wren laughs. "If he likes your weird ass, you don't have to worry about me."


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