Michael's POV
When I get home from the junkyard Alex is in front of my trailer. He's taping something to my door. I can't help but be excited to see him. I've been busy with sibling drama since the reunion, so I haven't been able to talk to him about what happened.
"You keep showing up like this I'm gonna start thinking you like me." I say walking over to him
"Sale of the ranch went through. This land is now property of the US Government. You have twenty-four hours to move out." He says not really looking at me
I use his shirt to pull him closer to me "Why don't you tell Uncle Sam I'll think about it"
"Guerin" he says grabbing my hand and detaching it from his shirt. "What happened at the reunion can not happen again. Okay?"
He's pulling away, probably already filed our epic kiss away as a moment of weakness. I don't know why I'm surprised or what I expected from him. I mean I already know how easy it is for him to walk away. So, I play it off.
"What happened? I was pretty wasted" I say backing away and putting some distance between us.
He gives me this weird look, like I'm the one who's acting funny. When he's the one shutting me down. Then he just shakes his head.
"Just move your trailer." He says walking away
Half because I want to know and mostly because I want him to stay a little longer I ask "What's the Airforce want with the land anyway? This is the third Dairy Ranch you've shut down."
"We're building a new facility"
"Well isn't there some law about building on a historical site?"
After I ask, I watch his face carefully, this place should mean something to him. But all I see on his face is confusion then amusement.
"What do you mean a historical-oh because the UFO crashed here? Yeah, we're not supposed to build on top of Santa's Workshop either." He says before smirking and getting into his truck.
Alex might not know part of why this place means so much to me. But he does know some of it, I mean this might as well be our spot. That night, this was the only place I could think of to bring us. It's one of the few peaceful spots for me in this town, and I shared it with him.
I know it's not his fault that the military is building here but...I don't know. I thought he'd be sad that our spot's going to be defiled. But all I got was nothing. Maybe what happened at the reunion was just a one off. Something we both needed to get out of our system.
I take a deep breath and try to focus on my living situation. I'll need a few boxes, and a new place to stash my more private things. Luckily there is a perfect spot for that at the junkyard. After making a mental moving checklist doesn't help clear Alex outta my head I decide to head to the WildPony. Maybe a drink will help, I mean it hasn't really helped the last ten years but hey, 100th times a charm, right?
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