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𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆: 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭
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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓, 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋
𝐅𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟓
I was sitting on the couch in my living room, my gaze flicking back and forth between my mom and dad.
Mom was perched on the edge of the coffee table, looking at me intently, while Dad stood off to the side, his expression resembling someone who had woken up on the wrong side of the bed.
"Your dad and I have been talking..." Mom began.
I nodded, waiting for her to continue.
"I've heard about Nathan getting emancipated from his parents and how he's trying to find a place to live." She paused, glancing at Dad before continuing. "We decided—"
"Your mom decided," Dad interrupted.
Mom gave Dad a pointed look, and he sighed before sitting in the armchair across from me.
"We decided to take Nathan in," Mom finished.
I blinked, looking at my parents in disbelief. "But Dad hates him."
"You would be right," Dad grumbled.
Mom nudged him, and he huffed. "Your dad isn't particularly fond of him. But this will be the perfect opportunity for your dad and me to get to know Nathan. We don't see him like you do, and besides, it's not like he's the only guest who will be in our house for the foreseeable future."
I leaned forward, raising an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
A voice cleared their throat behind me.
"You really should have told her before I got off the plane."
A familiar British accent reached my ears, and I turned to see a dark blonde boy in a brown leather jacket with a duffel bag standing behind me.
"Atlas?" I exclaimed.
He smirked. "Did you miss me?"
Without thinking, I rushed to my feet and jumped into my cousin's arms. He dropped the duffel bag just in time to catch me.
"I'll take that as a yes," Atlas laughed.
I pulled back to look at him. "I thought you were in Italy working on a movie."
"Finished early," he said with a shrug, setting me down. "Also, my mom said I needed time to be a 'normal' teenager."
I turned to look between my mom and dad.
"His mom wants him to graduate from high school," Dad explained.
Mom nodded. "She's still modeling in Europe, and your uncle is directing a movie in LA."
