AllFreeNovel
Share Us
An image of us in high school, sitting on a porch swing in the backyard of Kye Lightfield’s house at his end of summer party flashes behind my eyes. We had been all alone out there, and I had decided that I was going to kiss him and tell him how I felt before I left for college. I had leaned towards him, and I could have sworn that he leaned in too.
Then he had pulled back.
I had been so embarrassed. I left a week later for college and vowed to try to get over this crush. I failed.
“Want help unpacking?” Cameron asks as she looks around at all of the boxes.
“You don’t have to do that,” I say, but she’s already standing and heading over to the first box.
“Nonsense. Come on, we’ll work and talk.”
We head into the kitchen and start to open up the boxes. I don’t have that many things, and we have the mismatched dishes and silverware put away in no time.
“How’s work?” I ask Cameron.
Cameron is an artist. She’s been selling some of her work online and picking up some orders on the side. She told me that sometimes she draws tattoos for clients too, and I’m not surprised. She’s an incredible artist.
“It’s slow,” she admits. “I’m going to need to look for a part-time job or something soon if things don’t pick up.”
“Is there anywhere in town that’s hiring?”
“Not really, but we’ll see. I still have a bit of savings left. What about you? What are you going to do now that you’re home?” She asks, clearly wanting to change the subject.
“I’ve sold some of my designs back in New York. I’m hoping to see if maybe somewhere in town will carry them too. I’ve been working on my website too, and there are some orders coming in from there, too.”
Cameron smiles as I break down the boxes.
“I need to return the U-Haul. Want to grab something to eat?”
“I wish that I could. I need to get back to my place and finish up a piece. I’ll see you tomorrow, though, right?”
“Of course.”
We head downstairs, and I dig my keys out of my pocket. Cameron hugs me goodbye before she hops into her car and heads back to her apartment. I climb up into my SUV and pull up directions to the U-Haul lot. I groan when I realize that they closed ten minutes ago and turn my car off.
“Guess I’ll have to do that tomorrow,” I say to myself as I head back upstairs to my apartment.
I’m actually kind of glad to put it off. I’m exhausted from driving and hauling boxes around.
I get showered and changed, and as I climb into bed, I smile.
It’s good to be home.
FIVE
Foster
I hearRansom’s old truck pull up outside the bay that I’m working in, and I climb out from under the car that I’m trying to fix to greet him.
“Hey, how’s it going?” He asks me as he gets out of his truck and heads my way.
“Good. I figured out your bike. It needs a new cylinder block. I went ahead and ordered one. Should be in tomorrow or the day after.”
“Sounds good.”
I wipe my hands off on an old rag and squint at him as he shifts from one foot to the other.
“What?” I ask when he still doesn’t say anything.
