Unconditional

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hollie's pov:

"Hello?" I ask into the phone.

"How's the trip going?!" Sadie says through the phone.

"It's going so well! I might have to ditch you guys to come live in California." I laugh.

"Rude!" I can hear Maya yell in the background.

"I'll be back soon, and then we have to go do something. It's literally been like, four months since we've seen each other." I claim.

"And we have to meet Westley because pictures aren't enough!" I just know that Sadie is smiling.

"Oh my god that's right! You guys haven't met him!" I repeat.

"Exactly! Also the house looks cleaner than ever... what did you do?!"

"I didn't really do anything," I laugh. "Just cleaned up after myself."

"Well it looks great. Have a fun rest of your trip Hollie! See ya next week!"
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Somehow we all just mutually decided to go over to Augusts house. So, here we are, all just sitting on the couch.

I'm sitting on the tan couch, scrolling through my phone, when August walks in. He looks upset. Maybe angry. I cant tell. He's holding West, which is making me nervous because August has a terrible temper, and when he's mad he doesn't control it.

"Give me West," I say. "And then we need to talk."

He gently rests West in my arms, and sits down across the room from me.

"What do we need to talk about?" He sharply asks.

God he has attitude today.

"What are you all pissy about?" I question.

"I'm not pissy about anything. Why do you always think I'm annoyed and shit?"

"Excuse me? August I'm worried about you. I think you need to go see a therapist or something, because your mood swings have been all over the place."

"I'm. Fine. I don't know why you people always think something is wrong with me, Jesus." He stands up, and walks away.

"Don't walk away from me August! I didn't come here for you to ignore me, and be a," I pause.

"Finish the sentence." He demands.

"I'm worried about you August. I really am."

"Stop! I don't need you to be worried about me! I don't need you!" He shouts. West gets startled, and starts crying. I don't even have time to process.

"Fuck." I see him mouth. I'm just trying to calm West down, and keep myself from crying.

"I'm sorry. I- I didn't mean that-" August takes a step towards me, I take a step back.

"No." I say, "Don't try and fix it."

"Hollie,"

"August, I'm done. I'm done with this. With everything. I hope California keeps treating you well, but I'm done." I shake my head, buckling West in his car seat, and heading out the door.