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The rest of my day went by in a blur. Grandpa suggested moving, and I vaguely remembered him saying it would be better for me to be away from temptation.
I came out of my room with my dogs following me to the kitchen and while I stood at the counter, pouring a glass of juice, I texted Henry.
Me
u awake?
Henry
yeah are you okay?
Me
treehouse?
Henry
k
I tucked my phone in my back pocket and slipped out of the house.
He needs to know and then I can decide what to do.
Henry
My arm was draped over my eyes as I laid on my bed. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I didn’t want to be around anyone, and I sure as hell didn’t want to cross paths with my mom.
You’d think she was the one who was pregnant.
Over the last six weeks, my dad and I have worked together to get things mapped out.
I had my dad draw up a prenup and put my trust fund into an account that cannot be touched for five years. Then my fiancéletme choose the month of our wedding.
Joke’s on her. I chose August because that was the furthest from hearing the news. She thought I would choose June to please her.
I didn’t even want to marry her. Why would I rush it?
My dad and I met with the head of Roberts Construction, and I asked Mr. Roberts to mentor me. I told him I didn’t want special treatment. I wanted to work towards my own company one day and to do that; I needed to learn everything.
He didn’t waste time putting me on a crew and warned me thatas the new guy; I was the grunt. I could’ve been shoveling shit, and I would’ve done it happily if it meant I didn’t have to work for Mr. Bryant.
I registered online for the first summer session at PSU and balanced work and school. It didn’t leave me time to hang out, and that was fine with me.
When my phone went off with Miranda’s message tone, it scared the hell out of me, and I almost jumped off my bed.
I haven’t seen or heard from her since the party and the fact that she asked me to meet her in the middle of the night at the treehouse gave me hope.
Hope that she wasn’t mad anymore. Hope that we could be friends. Hope that we could share one last kiss?
Maybe that’s too much hope.
Like a thief in the night, I snuck out of my house, grabbed my bike, and peddled hard to the trails. I couldn’t wait to see her.
The cool summer wind invigorated me as I cruised along. Bright street lights lit the way until I got to the park. The main path was illuminated, but as I moved closer to the trails, I had to rely on the moonlight and my memory.
I almost ran into a tree or two and the dips felt smaller than they had the last time I was here. But the excitement of meeting Miranda trumped everything.
The closer I got to the old treehouse, the more old memories assaulted me.
