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Daily Deviation
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I frantically exit my home, but make sure not to close the door loudly. If I do, I’m absolutely busted. If my dad catches me sneaking out, I won’t be leaving my house again until I get on that plane. We had yet another fight about how I should be managing my time, and that a grade of mine wasn’t as up to par as usual. I need to leave. My throat and chest bones feel like they’re going to bust out of me from how stressed and anxious I feel. I take out my phone and request a car to get me out of here. The sound of the garage door is too risky in a situation like this. The driver drops me off at the front gate of Louis’ house. I type in the entry code, and head to the backyard. I locate the sliding door that leads to his room, and text him, saying that I’m outside. Two very long minutes later, the door opens slowly, and Louis emerges on the second-floor balcony.
“What’s up?” he throws his voice, trying not to wake anyone else in the house.
“I got into another fight with my father.” I try to hold my tears in. I feel so embarrassed about how badly I get along with my parents, especially in the presence of Louis and his siblings. I can only imagine living in such a harmonious, lively household. It must be really great, fulfilling even, to have parents like Honorati and Mr. Romanovsky. They seem like they understand their kids so much more than my mom and dad. I doubt my parents could even imagine having a relationship with me like the ones going on in this household.
“Oh, god, Cassie… I’m so sorry. I-I’ll be right down. Want something to drink or eat?”
“Just a bottle of water, if you don’t mind.” I ask, looking away. Maybe my father’s right. Can I take care of myself? I probably can’t.
“Yeah, it’s no problem.” he says, checking behind him to see if his brother is still asleep. Sometimes I still wonder why in a mansion like that that Louis would have to share a room with his brother. Maybe they just grew up used to it. “Don’t you worry, I know just what’ll make you feel better.” He grins, heading back inside, shutting the door. Another minute later, he emerges from the patio door with snacks, drinks, and his guitar. We climb up into the treehouse, and he turns on the electric lantern on the table. There’s a big inflatable mattress that takes up half of the space, covered in warm, fluffy blankets and plush pillows. The pillows are such pretty colors, and they look so soft that I already feel better knowing that I get to sprawl myself over on them. Louis sits down gently, tuning his guitar as he props it the way that best suits him. He looks so handsome with his bedhead and his guitar pick clenched between his teeth. I force myself to look away.
“Come on, sit” he insists, nodding his head. Even with the pick in his mouth, he has sleepy voice. I try not to think about how nice it sounds, or how great it’d be to wake up next to it ten… maybe five years from now.
He sings me my favorite song, along with a few others to cheer me up. I listen happily as I sip my drink and eat a piece of Angel Food cake Louis grabbed from the fridge. Once he’s done, we just sit together, talking it out until I feel balanced again. At some point at two or three in the morning, we both fall asleep in the treehouse. I wake up at eight to the sound of my text tone. It’s just a friend, so I ignore it and try to rest more. I look at Louis, sleeping peacefully right next to me. I wish I knew what to do about him. I just shift closer, cuddling up to him. I carefully place my hand on his, trying not to startle him or wake him up. He doesn’t move, but I look up to see him exhale loudly, with what seems like a knowing grin appearing at the creases of his lips.
This chapter is more than strong enough to stand on its own. Well done!
