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60• Remember

Note: everybody hurts sometimes •
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24 November 2017

• C H A R L O T T E •

I felt two hands gently rest against my back. My eyes fluttered open and I rolled around.

"Justin? What?"

"Hey," he smiled.

"How did you get... what are you doing here?" I smiled in response to his beautiful smile.

"Sam let me in on her way out. I was worried about you," he sat beside me on my bed.

"Why?" I pulled myself up and sat cross-legged in front of him.

"You said the dinner was intense. That's usually Char code for 'shit went down'," he elaborated.

I giggled, "shit went down?"

His features softened at my reaction, "Yeah. So what happened?"

I sniffed the air and furrowed my brows, "are those... did you make pancakes?" I climbed out of bed.

"Great diversion," he said and stood up too, "I may have raided your kitchen to make your favorite."

"Chocolate chip pancakes. An all-time favorite," I smiled.

He didn't.

"Char, don't avoid the question."

I sighed and turned to him, "I will tell you everything. I promise. Let's go have some pancakes," I held my hand out to him.

He gazed down at my hand and placed his in mine. We walked to the kitchen where a decent pile of choc-chip pancakes awaited us.

Justin forked a few pancakes onto a clean plate, picked up the small canister of icing sugar and dusted it over the top of some pancakes.

He slid the plate to me and rested his elbows on the counter, "So this... intensity?"

I sat at the counter on a bar stool and shoveled a forkful of pancake into my mouth. Justin eyed me out, anticipating.

"Does this have anything to do with someone named Bennett Avery?" He asked.

My head shot up. I stared at him like a deer caught in front of a car's headlights.

"How did you...?"

"Sam mentioned he might be the reason behind the... intensity."

I sighed and jabbed my fork into a pancake again.

"Is she wrong?"

I gazed in Justin's direction, "no."

"Char," he placed his hand over mine, "talk to me."