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“Right here!” she says as she pops her head out from the back seat. “Paigey, drive slow. You know I get travel sickness.”

“I know, Liss,” Paige laughs. “There’s water in the back for you.”

“You good?” I say as I ruffle her hair. “God, I should send our parents a picture.”

“Oh my God, you should! Better yet, send them a video of me doing the national anthem. Ready?” she asks me, and Ella tucks her head back into the car.

“Maybe another time, Liss.”

“Okay, you’re right,” she says as she slumps against the seat.

“Is everyone ready to go?” Oliver asks, and I hear a murmur of different answers.

“Old sport, your chariot awaits,” Grant says as he ushers me over to Oliver’s car.

I turn around to where Ella stands, about to get into the front seat of Paige’s car. “Am I an old sport?”

She only laughs and nods.

I turn to Grant. “You know, I may be older than you, but I’m not old.”

Oliver cracks a smile when I say that. “Oh, Leo, you have so much to learn.”

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Got Myself Off

I woke up tomy pussy throbbing after I had a sex dream about Leo Zimmerman. I got myself off, took a shower, and started my day.

Worst start to the day ever.

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The Rift Between Us

November 3rd

“Knock, knock,” I sayas I open the door to my childhood home.

“Sweetie, is that you?” my dad asks as he rounds the corner. I barely have time to answer before he wraps his arms around me and squeezes. “Missed you, bug.”

Hearing that nickname always makes me emotional. My dad used to call me and my sister his lovebugs when we were little. I hated it when I was younger, but now, I think it’s beautiful thatsomeone can love you so much, they want to give you your own special name.

“I missed you guys too.” I look around, seeing no sign of my sister. “Where’s Lizzie?”

“In her room. Her door is closed, so she probably didn't hear you come in.”

Or she’s avoiding me. She knew I was coming over today, and normally, she hangs out in the living room so she can meet me right at the door, but she’s not down here.

She’s most likely still upset about our conversation. I even answered the messages she sent me a week ago, and she only read them and didn't respond.

Lizzie and I have always been close, and I’d be a fucking liar if I said that this rift between us isn't stabbing me in the chest.

“Do you want help making dinner? I brought shit to make a salad, but I can multitask.”

My dad presses a kiss to my head. “You know I love sharing a kitchen with you, Ells.”

“Great. I’ll turn some music on and we can get started. What’s on the menu tonight?” I never know what my dad has in stock, so as I search the fridge and pantry, I find a few options. “What about burgers and some pasta salad?”

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