"Thank you for loving me."
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No one would think that the Davy Wade would die, much less, kill himself.
He was the epitome of a good person. Some even thought he was the second coming of Christ. But when the shock and confusion of Davy's suicide co...
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The annoying vibration of my phone on my bedside table caused me to groan loudly and reluctantly wake up from my dreamless sleep. I squinted my eyes as I wondered who the hell was contacting me before 11 AM. The names of the Triple Tit crew were all over my screen and a small smile found my face. I realized that I was put into a group chat with everyone but Jenny, which made sense considering that the whole chat was made in order to surprise Jenny with a 6 months clean party. I chuckled as I read how everyone was pressuring Dawson to host the party at his house. It only took about 5 full minutes to break him.
He's getting soft.
I scrolled down to the current time and read that everyone was hoping I'd come, and specifically (under Cara's words) 'not be [my] anti-social Eden self.' I shook my head as I just sent a thumbs-up emoji. With that, I picked myself up and began to walk downstairs.
I walked into my parents as they were in the kitchen; my dad talking to my mom about some meetings he had at work and my mom trying to persuade him to help with breakfast. They seemed to be so happy and I honestly hope that they were. Its been a while since we fought and I was proud of that. They have been so understanding with everything that I felt so guilty of taking them for granted before. They both have been helping me with my college applications and sending things to where they needed to be, all the while dealing with their own shit. My heart swelled with so much love for my parents that I ran over to them and kissed them both. They stopped abruptly with their conversation and smiled brightly at me.
"Eden up before 11 on a weekend? What do you want?" My dad playfully asked. I laughed and explained that I was helping throw a party for one of my therapy members at Dawson's house. My mom hugged me from behind and squeezed me until I couldn't breathe any longer.
"Well, shouldn't you be heading over then? Planning a party is a lot of work honey," she explained. I nodded my head and kissed them again on their cheeks before running upstairs to get ready. I felt unbelievably content and I really hoped it would stay with me. I really hoped it wanted to stay with me.
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I made my way over to Dawson's house and felt nervous as I knocked on the large door. I didn't tell him I was coming over but I didn't think it was that important because we've been hanging out for the past two months non-stop. However, today just felt different. Like all of my emotions have been heightened and I could say something I wasn't ready for. The door swung open to produce a large storm with an infamous smile. And like the idiot I was, I smiled back.
"You know the party is a bit later," Dawson teased. I rolled my eyes and felt my face break into a wider smile as I dug my hands into my coat pocket.
"I know that you ass, I came over to help you set up." I feigned a sigh and continued, "But if you have it under control, I can just come back later-," Dawson grabbed my arm before I could turn away and pulled me into his house with a deep chuckle.
