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“I’ll stay,” Presley whispers, smile gone and worry in its place, and I nod because he probably should. Somebody should.

“I love you,” I utter, kissing his lips again. “She’s going to be fine.”

He presses his forehead to mine. “Call Carter. Tell him what’s going on.”

“I’ve got it, don’t worry.” We kiss once more and our hands linger together as I pull away.

I squeeze Rebecca’s hand. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Stanley and Lane leave and I follow right behind.

“So… are we going to talk about the fact you have two boyfriends?” Stanley asks, sounding mildly uncomfortable.

“Not unless you want the gory details.”

“Absolutely not.”

I grin at him and he shoves me to the side, sending me flying into the wall. Laughing, I link my arm through his and press my temple against his shoulder.

I scream at the top of my lungs as Carter powers us through town on his bike with me on the handlebars and my back against his chest. Presley races alongside us on mine, dodging a car as it hurtles our way, honking its horn as we barely miss its hood.

November through to January is the best time to visit Louisiana in my opinion. Everything is decorated, everything is beautiful, it’s still warm, though not so warm I don’t need a sweater. I’ll be so sad when the season ends. I’ll be sad when we have to go back to school.

People wave at us as we blur by, others laugh.

I’ve never been just a kid until now. I’ve never been so carefree and happy. I’ve never known such a stress-free existence.

I take to it pretty well. Some might say I thrive. Some might say we three thrive together.

It has been over a month since Presley’s mom’s operation and so far, so good.

Lane and Stanley are helping to look for a house as she gets stronger every day and they want her to have something to come home to. Mr. Myers still hasn’t come back and it’s getting to the point where we don’t think he ever will.

That suits me just fine. If he ever puts his hands on these kids again, I won’t be held personally responsible for what I do. From what I hear though, Rebecca is looking for him but I can understand why; he is her husband and she wants to file for divorce.

It has been a good winter break. We’ve partied with friends, partied alone. We did a Ouija board which freaked me the fuck out because it kept asking me personally to join it. It kept spelling my name and then spelling the words, join me. Like hell to the fucking no, thanks, demon. We burned it and never looked back.

We all applied to New Orleans College and are super excited to attend after graduating.

Alice is dating a teacher from another school, though he doesn’t know she’s a student because she told him she’s twenty and I’m not about to say anything. It’s kind of hot in my opinion. Not great she’s lying to him but who the fuck am I to judge?

Stanley is teaching me how to fix cars which is awesome and Lane is teaching me how to cook which is frustrating because I am so bad at it. I can’t say that I’ve totally forgiven them for their decisions but I’m working on it. I want a family; I want that unit; I want my kids one day to have grandparents and I want somebody I can always rely on.

Carter decided to create a few videos for this app that everyone goes on and he’s gone kind of viral which is really funny. He’s been posting shuffling tutorials and Presley finally taught me how to do the monkey flip three days ago. I kicked him in the face and then kissed him better, and his penis.

We had sex alone that day for the first time. Carter was fine with it but I had to make it up to him later. Then we all sat on Presley’s bed and watched movies until we fell asleep.

It has been heaven, absolute heaven.

Asher is pregnant. None of us saw that coming. It’s definitely Melvin’s. They seem happy but it’s crazy how young they are. And it is such a scandal, what with her being the mayor’s daughter, though her mom is standing by her for the most part. It’s tense but I know they’ll get through it. Worse things have happened.

Scandal… nobody calls me that anymore. I love my new name… Keren. Pronounced, Kear-ren. Not like Karen but with an E.

I kiss Carter when he pulls to a stop outside of Gamerama. I’m finally getting good at Pac Man and the boys love playing games on the big screen in the gaming bunker. I get to see my girls and we’re constantly fed snacks and soda. What’s not to love?

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