-- with an unpleasant darkening to her eyes, just tells me everything I need to know. Whether we talked to Đᴇᴀɴ Wɪɴᴄʜᴇꜱᴛᴇʀ and Jacob Black or not, the answer was always going to be the same. #Sue would ::still:: make Brady Fuller. confront our parents. Lᴇᴀʜ Cʟᴇᴀʀᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ. --

-- may have invited us, but #Sue gets ultimate say in her house. Besides, Seth Clearwater would be bound to return at some point in time, right? "We just.. we needed a night to debrief. A night to collect ourselves." It's not a total lie! In fact, it's not a lie at all. --

-- It's the deceptively convincing tone to my voice that implicates it as a lie, saying without really saying, that Brady Fuller. and I will go with #Sue to talk to our parents in the morning. In reality? We'll be gone. Maybe not from Washington, maybe not even from --

-- La Push, but she won't know where we are. Scrubbing a palm against my eye in a falsely bleary way, she seems satisfied with Brady Fuller.'s and my answers when she gives a short, albeit disgruntled, nod and turns to leave. She doesn't shut the door behind her, which --

-- I think speaks perfectly on her character and opinions, but I don't hesitate to stand and shut it myself. Lingering at the door, eyes drop to my feet, mind reeling over what to do next or say to Brady Fuller. next.

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When Brady Fuller. dips into view, my eyes come into focus and stay ::on:: him. It's enough to get me to lift my head and look around the room, admitting to myself that I'd gotten ::too:: comfortable in this bedroom. #Sue being unhappy was always an option, and the more --

-- relaxed we got, the deeper sleep I fell into, the more I forgot that. Swallowing thickly and taking a look about as I'm directed, I nod. Not once, or even twice, but ::three:: times. We didn't come with more than the school bags on our backs, so Brady Fuller.'s thorough --

-- nature left him grasping it all. "We live for ::us::," I say, repeating Brady Fuller. and tattooing it in my mind-- an imprint, something I'll say over and over again, as long as it takes. We live for us, and things like others bigoted opinions no longer hold --

-- us back. I'm not naive enough to believe that #Sue's sole concern is how our parents must be feeling-- Brady Fuller. and I said it ourselves. We told Lᴇᴀʜ Cʟᴇᴀʀᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ. that we knew it was a big task to take on, knowing that we'd be labeled missing. Worrying my lips --

-- together, I inhale deeply and start ::with:: Brady Fuller.. Better we go now than later, right? That is, until I hear ::another:: voice. One that walks into the house without a knock or second thought, and grows louder by the second. One that both #Brady and I know --

-- well. Seth Clearwater-- because why ::wouldn't:: he show up now, of all times? It's par for the course of Brady Fuller. and my lives, and it leaves me cringing and stepping silently towards the window. The odds? #Seth will get to his door before #Brady and I can slip --

-- out, and we'll have to see what he says.

It's an odd situation, you know? To be standing in the room with your pack, know that he's actually related to your boyfriend. There's an obvious draw to the safety of pack most days. Today? Right now? At this crucial point in our lives, I don't hesitate to step back when my --

- hand is gripped and Brady Fuller. laces our fingers. I don't think twice about putting more distance between myself and Seth Clearwater's; between he and us. "We can't stay, #Seth. She'll make us leave. She doesn't want us here." I say it without worrying that --

-- #Sue can hear us. Brady Fuller. and I had both heard Seth Clearwater announce his entrance, and #Sue didn't. There's no way she can be listening in to our conversation. Lips worrying together, I look to #Brady and then to the window that we hover next to. We might --

-- be a level up, but the drop isn't ::that:: far. It's nothing that'll break us, if not make us a bit sore if we land completely wrong. And that's ::if:: we do, but I have more confidence than that in Brady Fuller. and myself. I don't even mention that Lᴇᴀʜ Cʟᴇᴀʀᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ. --

-- know we were here. I mean, Seth Clearwater can probably assume so himself, or map out how and why we decided ::his:: first home of all places, but the lest we confirm? The less that's official-- I hope that it stops the word from circling amid the packs. It won't, but --

-- what's life without a little bit of hope. Bending and snagging up my bag, I lean in a way that lets me drop it out the window, otherwise waiting on what I'll read from Seth Clearwater's or Brady Fuller.'s reaction.

Shush (boy), shut ya lips.