Eight
Rowan
"Have fun?" mom asked as we left Aunt Sierra's.
"Yeah,"
"But?"
"I was a third wheel," I said once we were in the car.
"I'm sorry, peanut," she sighed.
"It's ok, he was nice," I shrugged as I buckled. "How was your date?"
"It was lovely, we went and got lunch, I got to meet his dog, and we got ice cream," she told me.
"That sounds fun,"
"Where are we going tomorrow?"
"Um, maybe pizza?"
"That will be fun," she agreed.
"And ice cream?"
"I think we can make that happen," she chuckled. "I'm going to call for your hair appointment tomorrow, are you sure you want to dye it?"
"Yes,"
"Can I ask why?"
"So I look less like dad," I simply answered.
"You're nothing like him. If you like your blonde hair, you should keep it. Don't let him dictate your appearance,"
"I still want to dye it,"
"Alright, that's your choice," she agreed.
"Thank you," I thanked her. We made it home pretty quickly, so I went upstairs and changed into some joggers and a tank top, then went back downstairs waiting for mom. She came down, also wearing some joggers and a tank top, then plopped herself next to me.
"First two chapters, here we go," she grinned, picking Southy up and putting him on her lap.
"Was Michael nice today?"
"He's always nice to me, peanut," she reassured me.
"Promise?"
"I swear," she confirmed. "And he will be the sweetest to you,"
"Doubt it,"
"I promise," she said firmly. "What do you want to know about him?"
"His dog,"
"He has a dog named Moose Moose, she's adorable," she told me.
"That's it,"
"That's it?"
"I might think of more later,"
"Alright, if you do you can ask," she said and I nodded. "Want to get started reading?"
"No,"
"Let me reask, should we get started?"
I sighed and opened the book, "Yes," I mumbled.
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wanted | mystal
Fanfiction"You're going to replace me and only want him, not me," "You are my world, Rowan, I'll always want you. No one can replace you, ever," tw: mentions of abuse, anxiety, and depression
