Page 42 of Poetry of Flowers

I smiled provokingly at him as he gave me a look from the side. Maybe I should just ask him to drop me off again, and they should have fun alone.

Hearing about my brother getting bullied got me angry, and Kayden was angry for God knows why.

That was not entirely true, the fact that my mind was working against me again was also the reason why I couldn’t be all happy sunshine right now.

“You never told me that.”

“Because it would have made you angry. I just used it as an opportunity to see if I like shoulder-length hair. I actually did, maybe I should cut it again.”

“You love your hair too much to just cut it off.”

I shrugged, “Perhaps it changes my personality, like when the girls in hallmark movies cut their hair and suddenly, they are an entirely different person,” I grinned, “Oh or like Rapunzel. Kayden, my love, would you be my Eugene and cut it with a piece of glass?”

He scoffed beside me, “Besides the fact that he was dying in that scene, he cut her hair way too short. The poor girl would have to live with that her whole life.”

We were both five when we watched the movie for the first time, and then over and over again.

Never understood why everyone hated on Rapunzel’s hair so much, I loved her short brown cut.

“I’m sure they had wigs she could wear.”

“The movie is set in the late seventeenth century; I doubt they had seventy-feet-long wigs back then.”

That’s what I adored about our friendship, even when we were mad at each other it never lasted long.

ChapterThirteen

KAYDEN

Theo and Autumn talked the most during the ride to Seattle. If you could call it talking; it felt more like we had two flies in the car.

One annoys you constantly, and then the other fly joins and when you think for a tiny second you got some rest from them, one starts again, and they both annoy you in unison.

Twice I thought about kicking them out of the car. Once I told Tillie about my brilliant idea, but she wasn’t a fan of it.

She sat there the entire drive, quietly writing in her notebook.

Whatever went through her mind, she had to write it down immediately and that was fine. It was definitely better than her staring out the window and seeing the fear in her eyes.

“Talk to me,” Theo said to Autumn as I entered Seattle. They had been silent for five whole minutes. I wasn’t a complete asshole, so I didn’t listen to their conversation, actually I didn’t even want to know. The shock of Theo telling me he had just lost his virginity to Autumn was still there.

“Tillie, what are you writing?” her cousin leaned forward to look at the notebook, but Tillie closed it before she could read a single word.

“Ugh, I won’t steal your words, little cousin.”

“I’m not afraid of you stealing it, it’s called privacy Autumn. I know that’s hard for you to understand.”

Autumn always said what she thought, and that in so many words. She was an open book, which wasn’t too bad, but sometimes she overshared.

I never knew this was a thing until I met her.

She slid back in her seat, scoffing.

“I do know what privacy is, little cousin. However, there are plenty of things you don’t know.”

“That’s not possible, you tell us everything even when we don’t want to hear it,” Theo told her.

I hated driving when it rained. In Grand Lee I didn’t really care, but here I had to concentrate.

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