AN: Pretty much all the vampires and a bit of the wolf-pack belong to SM.
I don't even own Trisha, Ethan, David, Taylor, or any of the other wolf kids. They belong to yay4shanghai. She's just letting me borrow them for a little while because she's cool like that!
I do, however, own the following statement made by me after seeing the New Moon wolf pack, shirtless:
*Me: "Holy Mother of God! I think I just had an orgasm looking at the picture!"
Thank you to all of you who continue to read and review! You guys are awesome! It literally makes my day to see reviews!
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Chapter 11: "Summer in the Wolves' Den"
TRISHA'S POV
"Good morning, boys," I called, walking up to the Uley truck.
"Hey, Trisha," Mark said. David didn't look at me. He kept his head forward and said, "Hi."
Well, this was awkward. I didn't see why David was so upset. He wasn't the one that was fondled and groped and then had to tell his boyfriend about it, much to his boyfriend's chagrin. I have to admit that when I told Ethan, I left out the part where I totally let him kiss me. I mean, why not? I was already going to Hell it seemed, with my web of lies.
Mark started to hop out to let me sit in the middle when David interrupted him. "For fucks sake, Mark, just scoot over."
That stung. And it pissed me off. "Actually," I said, slamming the door without getting in, "I'll just walk."
I saw Mark look at David, who kept his eyes forward. Then Mark looked at me and got out of the truck.
"Hey. Wait up!" Mark called after me.
Why was I crying? Oh, I know, because I was a total bitch taking advantage of one of the kindest boys on the rez and then selfishly making out with his ex-best friend in my Grandfather's garage in the middle of the night.
"Trisha, are you okay?" Mark asked, grabbing my wrist and spinning me to look at him.
"No, I am not fucking okay!" I screamed at him.
Mark looked utterly confused. "What the hell happened? He's been in a pissy mood since he came home last night."
"We made out last night! And now he's pissed at me, and I don't know what I did or what I should do!" I was not only crying, I was sobbing. Sobbing for my friendship that was probably over and thinking of all the betrayal.
Mark grabbed my shoulders. "You listen here. I don't know what's going on with him but I guarantee you I will find out."
I avoided David and the rest of the wolves at school. I ate lunch alone in the quad.
"Greetings, Trisha Wise," Mark said, coming up behind me as I ate my yogurt.
"Salutations to you as well, Mr. Uley," I responded.
He laughed at me. "I think we're both too smart for our own good."
I nodded.
"I talked to David," he said, sitting next to me. "He's not mad at you. He's embarrassed."
"What does he have to be embarrassed about? It wasn't his Dad that caught us."
"He's not embarrassed about that. He feels like he pressured you. He said he pushed you pretty hard into the door. He worried he hurt you and then he worries he's ruined everything he's worked so hard to build with you," Mark stated. "He would never hurt you, Trisha. You have to know that."
But I would hurt him. I knew inevitably I was going to crush him. I was selfish though. I had learned to need him, to want him in his own right. Not like I wanted or needed Ethan. I needed Ethan like oxygen. David was like coffee. I might survive without it but it would make the day hell and I would be a total bitch to everyone around me.
"Another thing. He said he was worried you might have felt something last night," Mark said.
"Like romantically?" I asked.
"No, like a certain part," Mark smirked.
"What the hell are you talking about Mark?"
"You know, he said when he was kissing you, he got 'excited.'"
I knew what he was talking about now, but I wanted to hear Mark say it. "How so?"
"Dear God, Trisha, don't make me say it." He was begging now and I was trying to keep from laughing.
"Mark Uley, I have no idea what you could possibly be talking about."
Mark huffed, "Fuck this! He had a boner, a hard-on, an erection! He came home and spent an hour in the bathroom, jacking off with you in mind, I'm sure."
Now I was a little embarrassed. My eyes got wide. "Where is he?" I asked.
"In the cafeteria. Why?" Mark asked.
"I need to talk to him," I said standing up, making my way to the door. Mark was close behind me.
"Please don't tell him I told you about the boner thing. It would kill him," Mark begged, again.
"I'm not saying anything about it. Just chill, okay?"
It was never hard to spot the wolves in the cafeteria, being a group of six-foot plus Native boys that looked like they were on steroids. They were laughing. I'm not sure what about but it was boisterous and loud. I walked up to them, seeing David at the head of the table.
"David, we need to talk." I tried to use my most assertive voice.
He still wouldn't look at me. "Not now, Trisha."
"Fuck, yes, now!" I grabbed his arm, surprising him and pulling him up and through the door to the quad. I kept pulling him until we got to a fairly isolated area. I was shocked I was able to move him even an inch, weighing as much as he did, but it was almost like he wanted to talk, he just didn't know what to say.
"What the hell is wrong with you, David Uley?!" I demanded.
He still wouldn't look me in the eyes. So I stood on my tiptoes and forced his neck forward to look at me. "Just tell me what I did, David, so I can fix it."
"You didn't do anything," he said, finally looking at me. "I just got scared, Trisha. I don't want you to hate me. I don't want you to be scared of me."
I shook my head, "Why would I be scared?"
"You didn't notice? When I kissed you, it started out simple, but then I felt it. I felt the wolf in me want more. I felt the wolf in me want my mate," he trailed off.
When we kissed, I didn't feel any of that. I knew the kiss was nice and that, though it started innocent, it had progressed into something more—but it was still just a kiss. Even his hands moving on me like they did, didn't seem too much. How had I missed the urgency in his actions?
"If your Dad hadn't shown up, I would have taken you right there in the truck. You couldn't fight me and I would have marked you as mine," David said, with disappointment in this voice. I didn't know if the disappointment was because he had failed at his task or that he was appalled at himself.
"David, I honestly didn't feel anything like that," I said. "I promise. I would've told you. I wouldn't have let you hurt me."
He shook his head at me. "You wouldn't be able to stop me."
No, but Ethan could have. Even though he didn't follow us anymore, he was never too far away. It would have just taken a scream to get him to me in a matter of seconds. I obviously couldn't tell David that.
"I don't think I can be around you for a few days," David said.
"Why?"
"Your scent right now is just too much."
"I'm confused. Why all of the sudden does my scent bother you?"
He crinkled his nose and then shook his head. "I can't say it."
"What? I need to know, David. I want this to be better. I don't like you treating me like this." Yes, I am a hypocrite.
"When I got home last night, I asked my Dad why I reacted like that. He said basically it boils down to that… you're in heat."
"Excuse me?" What did he just say? I'm in heat?
"Not like with a dog. It's just that your body right now, it like calls to me. You smell…fertile."
I had to think about that. This was the reproductive part of the imprint, the part where I was supposed to give him little baby wolves to carry on the wolf gene. This was the part I was avoiding.
"If we hadn't gotten caught and I finished what I started…"
"I would have gotten pregnant?" I understood what he was telling me. In the scientific terms he wouldn't use, this was the time when conception was most likely.
He nodded, "probably."
He thought for a minute, then motioned for me to sit on the grass. I did and he plopped down next to me. "I couldn't do that to you, Trisha. As much as I want you, as much as want you to be mine, I won't make it on anyone's terms but yours'."
Why did he always have to make me feel guiltier? I was grateful for his patience and understanding. Conversely, it was making my web of lies that much harder. But I had to keep going. I couldn't lose his friendship just because he thought he had screwed up.
"Alright. Here's a solution to this problem. How long does this 'heat' last?" I asked.
"Dad said about two days. It should probably be gone by tomorrow," he said.
I laughed at that, the thought of him "smelling" me. "Here's the deal. Whenever it happens again, just tell me. I'll stay away from you for a day or two. I won't tempt you."
He nodded at me and gave me a "David-smile."
"Still friends?" I asked.
"As long as you want," he said, keeping the smile.
I stayed away from him the rest of the day and went straight home after school, did my homework, and spent the usual evening watching TV and counting down the hours to see Ethan.
When we finally met at Grandpa's, I knew I had to tell Ethan about what had happened with David. I told him the night before about the kiss, but the new development of my scent was something I was curious about. I had spent most of last night with him and he never mentioned anything. Why? Was it because he just didn't want to say anything or was it because it didn't effect him the way it did my imprint?
"So what you're telling me is that David was about to rape you in his truck, and yet, you're not really phased by that?" Ethan asked me.
I rolled my eyes. "He would never have hurt me, Ethan. You know that. It was just a repressed animal instinct that for some reason decided to emerge at that moment. It's fine."
Ethan started pacing in the garage. "I don't like this, Ray. I think maybe you should stop seeing him. I can't let him hurt you. No, let me rephrase that, I won't let him hurt you."
"Would you come sit with me and listen for just a minute?" I demanded, trying to sound authoritative.
He scoffed over to me and sat down next to me on the Chevy van seat. I moved so that I was straddling his lap and placed a soft kiss on his lips. I held his face in my hands, looking him in the eyes.
"Ethan, he won't hurt me. You know that. If he did, he wouldn't be able to live with himself," I whispered before moving in to kiss him again.
"Please be careful. He's strong and he could easily hurt you. I'm only asking you don't put yourself in anymore danger than absolutely necessary," he whispered back to me.
"I promise," I sighed.
The rest of the school year flew by and before long it was the last day of school. Riding home with David and Mark, I worried what the summer might bring. Would I continue the current path I was on of spending days with David and nights with Ethan? Would David be too busy to see me? As odd as it was, I couldn't think about not seeing David everyday. Or Mark really for that matter. I had taken to thinking of Mark as a big brother. He watched over me and was generally the one to tell me when I had to stay away from David for a day or two because my scent was distracting him.
I got out of the truck and turned around to wave good bye. David walked around to meet me.
"Trisha, you want to go to dinner tonight? You know, celebrate the end of the school year. It would just be you and I, but I promise it's not a date!"
I laughed. "That sounds great. What time do you want to pick me up?"
"How about 6:00?
"Okay, David, I'll see you then."
It was only two hours later and David was at my door. He looked rather dashing, his hair slightly more styled than usual. We drove to a diner in Forks for dinner and, as always, he was a perfect gentleman. It would have made this all a lot easier if he weren't, if I had a reason to hate him. He held my hand in the truck and I sat right next to him. After dinner, we drove to the cliffs.
"Don't you just love the stars?" I asked, looking up to the sky.
He chuckled, "I guess."
"You know, some cultures believe that each star is a family member looking down on them," I said, with my head still turned to the sky. "Sometimes I like to try and see if I can find which one is my grandmother, Sarah."
He put his arm around my shoulder. "Isn't it funny how we can love people we've never met so much," David said, philosophically.
I smiled at him. "I've always thought, that when I have a daughter, I want to name her Sarah."
I hadn't realized what I'd said or what that would mean to David. He caught it though.
"I think Sarah is a beautiful name. Perfect for our, er, I mean your daughter," David said, stumbling over the last part.
I giggled, trying to ignore the slip.
"Trisha, what you got planned for the summer?" David asked.
"Not much. Just going to do some reading, work on my car, maybe spend sometime at the beach."
"You have a car? Why do I not know this?" David asked, slightly offended.
"I got it for my birthday. It's not really a car, per se, really more like the frame of a car. My Dad and a couple of the guys are supposed to help. It's basically like starting from scratch," I said.
"Can I help?" David asked. "I'm pretty into cars."
I smiled at him, "That would be really nice, David. I was worried you wouldn't want to hang out with me anymore."
He shook his head. "Why in the world would you think that?"
"I don't know. It's just harder without school to give us a reason to see one another."
We sat quiet for a minute before he spoke. "I promise, I will see you everyday this summer. Us younger wolves are going to be running patrols a lot more during the summer, but I want to spend as much time as I can with you."
I kissed his cheek, hoping he wouldn't take that as an invitation for more. He didn't though. He just pulled me closer to him. We sat there looking at the stars and listening to the waves. I must have fallen asleep. When I woke, I was in my bed, with a note next to me. It was written in very rough penmanship and read:
Trisha-
I'll be here to pick you up at 11:00.
We can get started on that car.
David
It was really simple, but held so much sweetness, just like David. I rolled over to see the clock. It was one in the morning. I knew I needed to see Ethan. I crawled out the window only to find him standing right there.
"Fuck, Ethan! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!" I whispered, very harshly and loud.
"Sor-ry. I got worried and then I came back here and saw you were asleep. Everything okay?" He asked.
I nodded, grabbing his hand and pulling him just a little away from the house, trying to get away from Dad's superhuman hearing.
"It's fine," I whispered.
"How was the date?" he asked. I knew this was killing him. The fact that another boy could take his soulmate on actual dates while he and I were restricted to Grandpa's garage.
"Good. We talked, mostly. He's going to help me work on the car this summer," I said, a little too proudly.
Ethan laughed. "He was always good with cars." He turned me back towards the house. "It's late. I want you to get some rest and I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
"Ethan," I said he hoisted me in the window.
"Yes, babe?"
"I love you. And I promise one day things will get to be normal with us." I leaned down to kiss him. The scene mimicked a Romeo-and-Juliet-esque type romance, minus a balcony. He, Ethan, was my Romeo, and our love was definitely forbidden.
He put my face in his hands and kissed me harder. "I love you too, my beautiful Ray of sunshine."
I crawled in my bed and closed my eyes. I ran my tongue along my lips, hoping to taste Ethan still there. I drifted off to sleep, waking up early the next morning.
Mom and Dad were fast asleep, Dad snoring so loud I wondered how anyone in this county could sleep. I giggled walking to the kitchen. I ran the sink, grabbing a glass and taking a drink of water. I looked out the window above the sink and saw a huge wolf moving in the woods behind the house.
"Who is that?" I asked myself, not realizing I was saying it out loud.
"It's David," Dad said from behind me. "He's patrolling this morning. I don't know why he's all the way out here. His areas a little further west."
The wolf wasn't really doing anything. Just moving around. It looked like he was trying to scratch something but couldn't reach it. It was pretty comical to watch.
"What's he doing?" I asked.
Dad moved next to me and started laughing. "Looks like he has an itch."
I felt bad. David was moving around in a circle trying to reach that annoying itch that just seemed to be too hard to find. I wanted to help him.
"Will he hurt me, Dad?" I asked.
Dad shook his head. "No. You want me to stand at the door just to be safe?"
"Yes, please."
I walked out the backdoor, wearing only my thin nightgown. "David?"
He turned to look at me, still trying to get that itch. I giggled at him as he walked to me. He whimpered a little.
"Where does it itch?" I said leaning down to him. I moved my hands across his fur, finding a spot behind his front leg. I scratched him, as his whimpering stopped and his mouth moved into a smile. His wolf-smile was as endearing as his "David-smile." "Better?" I asked.
He nodded his head and then licked my face. "Eww…"
He whined and then walked off.
"Stay there! He's phasing back!" Dad yelled from the door.
I heard the rustle in the woods and then watched as a shirtless David walked out. Holy Mother! He was freakin' hot! I had seen him many, many times and never given his body a second thought. But this David, the one in front of me, complete with no shirt and shorts that sat low on his waist, showing the V that moved towards his happy place, overwhelmed me. I took a deep breath.
"Hey," he said. "Thanks! I've been trying to scratch that all morning." Then he kissed my cheek and ran back to the woods.
I couldn't move. I just stood there watching him walk away. Not good…need to stop…think about something else…Bill Clinton naked... It worked. Sexy David all out of my mind. Shit! Ugh!
It took everything to keep from blushing when he picked me up to work on the car. I couldn't look him in the eyes. He looked different completely clothed, but everytime I looked at him, I saw his naked chest from earlier and had to think of some past US Presidents naked just for that memory to fade.
We climbed in the truck and headed to Grandpa Billy's. Ironically, I would be spending the afternoon with my imprint in the same garage I used as a loveshack with Ethan.
"Tell me about this car." David said.
"Well, it basically needs a new engine and stuff that goes under the hood."
He laughed at me. "Stuff that goes under the hood?"
"Sorry. I know absolutely nothing about cars. Uncle Jake tried to teach me how to change a tire one time. I lasted about ten minutes and then got bored," I said smiling.
We pulled up to Grandpa's, as it started to rain. We ran into the garage. I flipped on the light, showing my rusty frame of a car.
David whistled, "Nice."
"It has potential. What do you think?"
He looked it over a little, popped the hood, moved some stuff around.
"Do you have a piece of paper?" He asked.
I looked through my bag to find one and handed it to him. He started writing on it, using words that were foreign to me. I must have looked confused to him, because he looked at me and laughed.
"Don't hurt yourself, I'm just listing the parts we'll need to get this baby running."
He spent about an hour looking the car over, writing something down every now and then. I sat on the van seat. I wasn't bored, though. It was quite amusing watching him. I imagine it was what I looked like to him when I had my nose in a book.
"Okay. I think I got everything," he said. "Let's go back to my house for lunch and then head in to Forks to check on some of these parts. What'd ya say?"
"Sounds good," he said, putting his hand out for me. I took it and we walked, our fingers intertwined to the truck.
The Uley house was busy. Both Sam and Emily were home, Emily in the kitchen, not seeming like herself, wringing her hands. She was normally very peppy and welcoming but she didn't seem to notice us today.
"Buenos dias, Trisha," Mark said, as he trotted into the kitchen.
"Merhaba, Mark," I replied.
"What the hell are you two saying?" David asked.
Mark started to explain, but I stopped him. "He said 'good day' in Spanish and then I said 'hello' in Arabic."
David shook his head at us, as Sam walked in. "Oh, good, you're all here. Why don't you guys have a seat?" Sam said, pointing to the kitchen table.
We all three sat down at the table as Sam pulled Emily over with him, sitting her in his lap. I felt David tense a little beside me and glance at Mark, who shrugged his shoulders.
"Well, kids, we have some exciting news," Sam said. Emily didn't look at me or her sons. It was quiet for a minute.
"What's the good news?" Mark asked.
Sam cleared his throat, pulling Emily into him. "Before I tell you, you two have to promise you won't get mad or upset. This is good news."
"Umh, are you sure I should be here? I'm not really family," I was confused about what was going on and a little frightened by Emily's demeanor.
"Please stay, Trisha. You'll be part of the family eventually," Emily said. She seemed so out of it, I didn't even have the audacity to argue with her.
"Dad, you're scaring us. What's going on?" David asked.
Emily looked at us, "My beautiful boys…I love you so much. Please don't be angry. I'm pregnant."
Wow! I did not see that coming! Apparently neither did David. He grabbed my hand quickly. I looked at his face. He didn't seem mad or angry but instead he looked terrified. I moved my head to meet his gaze and smiled at him, assuring him it was going to be okay.
He shook his head and made a sour face. "Eww…you two still have sex? That's disgusting!"
Everyone laughed and Emily moved to David to kiss him on the cheek. "You know I love you boys. I know you will be excellent big brothers." She kissed Mark's cheek and came towards me, pulling me into a hug. She whispered, "This will be you one day."
I couldn't help but clench my legs together at that comment. At least she didn't say it would be me and David someday. She left the father of my future children up for debate.
Mark and David both congratulated their parents. I did too and then headed home to spread the gossip. Mom was little pissed when I told her what Emily had said to me. "She's does realize that women can do other things than just sit around, make babies, and incubate, right?"
Mom always tried to play the part of the independent woman, and she was, but inside it ate her up that she only had one child. She and Dad wanted more. They tried for years, but I was the only product of their attempts. That also didn't mean that they didn't still continuously have sex. Whereas David was shocked his parents still did it, I unfortunately could give exact dates of when my parents didn't do it, because chances are, it was quiet and I didn't have to sleep with headphones in my ears in order to drown out the possibility of nightmares.
Ethan was also pissed about Emily's comment. "Who the fuck does she think she is talking to you about that?"
"Sweetie, she didn't say whose baby I was going to have, just that I would have babies someday," I said, trying to rationalize the comment.
I felt increasingly guilty towards Ethan. I had been spending so much time with David that I was generally worn out when it was Ethan's turn. I tried not to share too much about my time with David because, at times, it rightfully made Ethan upset to hear about our dates and fun things we did together. The car became a bonding experience for David and I. It also became a source of jealousy for Ethan, and rightfully so.
I spent most of the rest of the summer in one of two places: the garage (during the day with David and then at night with Ethan) or at the Uley's. I liked to think of it as my own personal summer in the wolves' den.
When Emily announced her pregnancy, she was about 12 weeks along, shooting for a December delivery. She started having problems about the 13th week and was put on bedrest. David and I compromised, though it didn't take much arguing, that he would work on my car, while I stayed to help care for his "Momma," as he called her.
I sat with her during the day, reading mostly, while she did things like watch TV with her feet up. I made her lunch everyday and we talked. I hadn't given much thought to pregnancy and children before. And everything was so complicated now that thinking about it hurt a little. My curiosity got the better of me one afternoon in early August, the week before school started back.
"What's it like?" I asked. Emily looked up at me.
"What's what like, Trisha?" I hate when people respond to questions with a question. In all fairness, I probably should have phrased the question a little more specifically.
"Being pregnant," I said. She opened her mouth to answer, but I cut her off, "Are you scared? Does it hurt? Can you feel the baby move already? Do you want a boy or a girl?"
Emily looked a little stunned and laughed at me. "Slow down, girl! What was the first question?"
"Are you scared?"
She pursed her lips. "I would be lying if I said no. When I was pregnant with the boys, everything was different because I was younger and there were two of them. This time, my age is a factor." She thought for a minute. "I'm not scared for myself, so much as for the baby. I know it wasn't planned, but I'm happy about it all the same. I love it so much and can't wait to hold my precious little one in my arms." She rubbed her abdomen, soothing the little baby bump that had formed. Her answer made me smile and she noticed the change.
"Now don't you go thinking about having any babies anytime soon, Trisha. I'm not ready to be a grandmother!" I couldn't let it go this time.
"What makes you so sure I'd have your grandchildren?" I asked, with a bit of curtness in my tone.
She patted the bed, requesting me to sit next to her. I did, though I was not happy about it.
"I know you're fighting this imprint. But you have to know that David will do anything to be your everything. You don't see him romantically entirely yet. He knows that. You need a friend, so that's what he is. You're giving in to it and you don't even know it." If the woman wasn't pregnant, I probably would've slapped her across the face. How dare she presume to know what I thought or how I felt? But then I felt uneasy. Maybe it wasn't me that had lead David on? Maybe he was leading me on? I knew he wanted more than just friendship, eventually. Now, though, I thought he was only my friend because of the imprint, only because he knew that was the way to my heart, not because he genuinely liked me. The longer I thought about it, the angrier I became.
"I have to go," I said very bluntly to Emily.
"Trisha, wait. I didn't mean…" Her voice faded as I walked out the door.
I walked down the road a ways before I saw David's truck coming towards me. He stopped next to me, but I kept walking.
"What happened?" David asked. "Momma just called me and she sounded very upset." Then he said it. "What did you do?" Me? What did I do?
"What did I do? Oh, yes, this is all about me isn't it? It couldn't possibly that you're Momma could have said anything to hurt me!"
He stopped the truck and got out. "What happened, Trisha?"
I stopped too, turning to look him in the eyes. "Why are you my friend, David? Huh? Is it because I'm a cool person and you want to hang out with me? Or is it because you have some archaic idea about what our friendship will lead to?"
"What?! What the hell are you talking about, Trisha?" He was confused. Hell, I was confused. I knew I was making this a bigger deal than it was, but I had given up my personal time with Ethan for months because I thought David really wanted to be my friend, not that he just wanted to win me over.
"You! You are what I'm talking about! You are only my friend because of the imprint! You hated me growing up! You were the meanest person in the world to me. Even we were first teenagers, you pushed Ethan away from me! And I hope you're happy because you've done it again!" I spun around to walk away, but he grabbed my wrist, spinning me back to face him.
He pushed me against the door of the truck and crushed his lips to mine. I should have fought him off, punched him, but the kiss…it was so passionate and loving, I couldn't bring myself to do anything but give in. Our tongues battled again and his hands roamed. He moved his hands under my shirt and my bra, squeezing my breast. I couldn't help but moan at the sensation it was causing throughout my whole body. I wrapped my legs around his waist and felt his hard on push into me. I had to stop this. I pushed him, hard, to break the kiss.
He put me down and looked at me. David felt guilty again. I could see it in his eyes.
"Trisha, I've always wanted to be your friend. I started out only thinking about the imprint but I like you as a person. Please don't walk away from me," he was basically begging.
"We can't kiss anymore, David. Friends don't kiss. It's just not a good idea," I said.
"If that's what it takes to be your friend, than you know I agree."
He walked up to me and put his hand out. "Let's shake on it," he said.
I laughed and shook his hand. "Do you want to punch me for good measure?" He asked.
"I think I'm good," I said smiling.
"Good. Now get in the truck so I can take you back to the house and Momma can apologize," David said, scooping me up and putting me in the truck.
And that's how the summer ended. Two weeks later school started and things went back to normal. It was nice though to look at how all the relationships around me had changed over the three months of summer. David and I were closer friends, he was getting ready to be a big brother again, and I still had Ethan. Everything had to be right in the world. Right?
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*NEXT CHAPTER: "Let's Talk About Sex"