Darcy and her father return back to their old stomping grounds of New York City. With her, Darcy brings habits of being reclusive. She is perfectly content spending most of her time within the walls of her father's café and sees nothing wrong with t...
hi, friends. happy new year! and today, on jan 19, it's my birthday! i'm 20 y/o now. so this is my birthday present to you <3 thank you for being so patient with me. here's the next chapter, and please read the author's note in the end. enjoy the chapter! xx
shoutout to @cluelessbunny for the memory documentation cover! it's my first ever one for this story :)
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"A friend is one of the nicest things you can have and one of the best things you can be."
- Winnie the Pooh
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Chris: Where are you? In the cafeteria. Come eat lunch with me!
Although my eyes roamed over the words over and over, my fingers remained hovering still above my screen. I rested my head back against the cool lockers, sighing.
Mrs. Ichikawa wasn't here today, so I was up on the second floor. During the days I couldn't eat with her, I sat in a corner nook that was lined with lockers and student made posters promoting current events or spirit weeks. Only a few other students hung around here during lunch, so it was quiet and secluded enough for me to eat and do whatever I wanted when Mrs. I was gone. Today was one of those days, and I had planned to eat up here and call London to prod her about telling me about this boy she had over last night. In thinking that, I totally forgot about the boy I had over last night.
It's been a long, eventful weekend. Everything that's happened felt like a dream come true, my daydreams bleeding into reality. Days have passed since Chris and I first started talking, and in a matter of days Chris and I have gone from distant to close, as if we didn't just spend the past five years apart. Despite all that, I didn't really know how much everything was going to change. I knew he had his own group of friends, and I had... well, Mrs. Ichikawa.
That's another thing, I thought with a bit of dread. Do I tell him the truth about Mrs. I? Even bigger, do I tell him I've developed a habit for eating lunch with teachers since middle school?
To others, it might sound lame. But my eating with teachers has never been something that's bothered me. I loved all the teachers I've had as company during the last couple years. It was only until Papa had his talk with me did I realize what was wrong with what I was doing. It wasn't the act itself, but the reason behind it. I may have lied to Papa about what I was doing, but I lied to myself about why I was doing it. Trying to blend in with the older crowd wasn't just a preference, but it was a way to hide from my fears instead. And the only other person who would know about those fears made my phone buzz with a call from him. Chris's name spread across the screen. The incessant buzz of vibration felt pestering. Tell him. Do I tell him? I thought as my thumb betrayed me and pressed accept.
