The Harsh Truth
Thea: “I can’t stay here” Alex argues I throw my hands up in exasperation. “Where else would you go? I already told you, it’s fine!” he is so frustratingly stubborn it makes me feel like I’m going crazy. He narrows his eyes “I don’t belong here. It’s not my house and I refuse to intrude” he waves a hand around. “I’ll just go back to my old house” I scoff “and pay the rent with what money?” He cringes at my words before straightening out “I’ll figure it out” “Alex! We’ve already figured it out, you’ll stay here” I point at the ground at the end of my statement and feel just about ready to throw a fit. Alex runs a hand through his hair “won’t your parents mind?” My heart squeezes momentarily and I let out a breath “it’ll be fine” “Well can I at least talk to them? You know, le
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