The dawn of the next day prickles my skin when I awake. There are lopsided scones and black tea on my bedside. It's the last day of the winter holidays.
I slip out of bed, eating scones that make my lips stick together, and shower all before ten. I sip the tea on my way to the kitchen.
"Good morning!" Dad's taking a tray of the mysterious treats out of the oven, mitts burnt and smoking. "Last day, kid!"
He's more excited than anyone is allowed to be. I sit down at the kitchen table, folding my legs beneath me.
"Are you doing anything special today?" he asks, tossing hot scones onto plates with naked fingers. "How's the project going?"
I shrug, eating another scone. "I thought I'd stay home with you today," I say quietly. "I miss hanging out with my favorite person."
"I'm your favorite person?" Dad's eyes are glowing a peculiar brown. There's something within their shininess that I can't place.
"Always has been."
We waste away the morning, sipping pallid black tea and talking about nothing with scone crumbs on our lips. We're stuffed by the time the afternoon rolls around.
Dad groans, resting his head on the table. "I need a nap."
I laugh. "Me, too."
Dad and I nap on the couch. It's a tight fit, but it's a cold day so we're all warm and slip away effortlessly. I'm halfway to a place in my dreams where the goldfish can speak human when there's a knock on the front door.
Grace is all pink and excited in the doorway. She smiles, cheeks flushed and freckled. She holds up a CD. "I've brought gifts."
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billie || billie eilish
Random"I'm sorry about the party. But, it was fun. Wasn't it? You enjoyed it." Billie's lips are hot against my ear, nipping at my earlobe a bit, just enough to where it doesn't even feel real. "You enjoyed yourself didn't you?" ••• Lockland Orion is shy...
