Page 55 of Spur of the Moment
I looked back out at the property and the setting sun casting an orange-pink glow over the land. “How’d you know?”
“Some things just feel right,” he said.
I wasn’t sure what felt right to me, but I did know that staying in my parents’ house with my siblings all close by would mean they’d still be suffocating me with their concern for myhealth. How could I truly live my life if I was being kept in a fish bowl under twenty four hour surveillance, constantly being reminded to take my supplements, always being watched in case I got dizzy, or my skin went pale? God forbid I chew on a single ice cube without the entire household being alerted.
The front door opened and my mom poked her head out. “We’re cutting the cake so you guys can head out early.”
I nodded to her. “Thanks, Mom. We’ll come in.”
“Are you feeling okay?” she asked, concern knitting her brows.
“Yeah,” I said, trying to hide my sigh.
“If you don’t feel good, you can skip the bar-”
“I’m fine, Mom. I’ll be okay,” I interrupted her.
She nodded, disappearing inside.
“She just cares about you, you know. We all do,” Bailey pointed out.
I didn’t meet his eyes, but I knew he was staring down at me with that damn concerned look on his face. “I know. I just hate that I can’t even step out of a room without someone thinking I’m going to pass out. It’s not even that common, anyway.”
“Passing out?” he asked.
I faced him then, narrowing my eyes up at him. “For someone like me.”
“Well, that’s your problem right there,” he said, like I was supposed to know what that meant.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“You treat yourself like you’re not normal, either. So naturally, why would anyone else?”
“I am normal,” I argued.
He reached up to shove his cowboy hat lower on his brow. “I don’t know about that,” he joked.
I lightly hit him on the arm, then walked by him to head inside. Before I reached the door, he rushed around me, opening it for me.
We walked inside to join the party and eat the cake Bailey had baked for me, but I couldn’t help feeling like our conversation wasn’t done.
***
The music was loud and the lights were low. The typical setting for Outlaw’s Watering Hole.
Though Brandy and I were still too young to drink, we still had fun drinking virgin margaritas and watching the boys royally fail at playing pool.
“The table has a tilt,” Callan huffed.
“Oh, please, Cal. You just suck. Admit it,” Lennon said.
“He’s not the only one,” Reed called from where he sat at the high top table.
Beckham was still on tour, so he wasn’t able to come home for my birthday, but he had sent me a video of him singing happy birthday with the biggest smile on his face.
I couldn’t wait for him to be home.
Lennon scoffed. “Like you’re any better.”
