That evening, Jacy had her eyes plastered to the television screen, watching the local recap of the skate competition. She was still clutching her board—Sarah sparking some subconscious possibility in her. She'd blabbered about her the whole way home, about how she'd made her first skateboard because she couldn't afford a brand new one, and how all the boys teased her, but now she was winning, so they couldn't tease her anymore, and she had been Edward's friend since they were little, and maybe she would come to the skatepark someday to skate with us, wouldn't that be so cool?
Us meaning her and Edward.
I was in the kitchen, scrubbing my already-clean countertops.
Call it frustration.
As the tv died down, Edward's winning round still echoing through the kitchen, I yelled for Jacy. "We have to be up in six hours. Time for bed."
"Mo-ooom."
"Don't think—just say yes!"
I heard her stomp up the stairs, so I walked to the tv, preparing to shut off the last bit of Edward's interview. He looked happy, glowing even, sweaty and smiling.
Too fucking cute.
He was so unfair.
"So, what's up with your arm, man? Damaged?" The newscaster questioned, and Edward looked down at his splint before gazing right back into the camera.
"Just a sprain. But, it was worth it."
"Planning something new?"
"No. I had a pretty nurse." Edward winked at the camera.
AN
HH completes me.
Thank you for reading.
HB