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That tastes AWFUL.Speaking of food I hinted. Oh, of course; come with me. Keegan instructed.
He led me to a table that had chips, fruit, and beer.
I stared at the beer, so tempting. I shook my head and grabbed an apple.
Keegan laughed, It doesnt matter, you can have a beer; I wont tell. He handed me one.
I blinked as I looked at the bottle. I told myself to just do it, just try it.
I popped the top off with my thumb and took a sip,
AGH! THAT TASTES AWFUL! I felt the bridge my nose tense up.
I heard Keegan laugh, You get used to it after a while. He gently took the bottle from my hand and set it back on the table.
Tara wears the pants.Oh come on! I groaned when there was no food left.
Bryce told me; get food now itll be gone later; but noooooo I said to myself and groaned again.
I angrily sat in a chair and laid my face on the table.
I felt a tap on my shoulder, Look, can you threaten to kick my ass later? Im in a bad mood. I grunted.
They tapped again and I turned around, WHAoh. I saw Rowans little sister standing there holding Rowans hand.
Hi. I said and blinked.
My brother owes you an apology. The girl said.
Oh thats rich. I laughed. She pulled Rowan in front of me.
He looked so mad. Come on, you said you would. The girl encouraged.
A sinful smile crossed my face, Yeah, come on Rowan. You said you would. I stared at him smiling.
His eyebrow twitched, and he looked like he was going to punch me.
Rowan The girl said disappointed. He looked back at he
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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