Calla's POV "There's absolutely no way these chicken taste better." Julie said,while sitting on my office chair and spinning around with a bowl of chicken in her hands. "I've searched the corners of earth for it but...it's one in a million.""Just text him and ask him where he go it." I urged her. She has been going on about how a weird guy she met at a Frank Ocean concert shared a special chicken tenders with her."I'm not going to break contact. I'm standing on business." She objected which I'm not surprised by considering the fact that she ghosted him after he used his head to smash a wooden chair at the restaurant they went to."Exactly,as you should. So forget about it. It was probably your mind exaggerating it." I said. Taking a piece of chili chicken wings into my mouth,I fanned my mouth with my hand as the spicy sauce hit my tongue."I don't know,Calla. If you tasted it, you'd know what I'm talking about." She whines subtly.I laughed. "Okay, Julie.""I'm so happy you and Jam
James' POVI woke to the sight of a brown Italian leather designer shoe in front of our fort. My blurry vision struggled to make a sense of it. Was I still dreaming? I heard the sound of throat clearing and a heavy stamp on the floor. I flipped and my eyes widened to see my father standing right in front of our fort.A lot of things my father had done have made my scarred in my life but right now felt even scarier with Calla laying by my side. She jacked awake the moment she heard the sound of his feet stamp hard on the tiled floor. We were both partialy naked under the covers. It was an ambush we expected but never thought it could happen this way. Calla immediately feched for her shirt and wore them while she panicked to reached out for her jeans which was by my right. I grabbed it and handed it to her which she swiftly struggled to wear under the covers. My jeans were nowhere in sight but I put on my shirt immediately, leaving me with just my boxers underneath the blanket."James.
Calla's POV It's tough knowing everything concerning a huge part of my identity had happened without being in the loop then suddenly having to accept it. Today was my first day back at work,and I could not stop thinking about everything James told me yesterday. And on top of that,I still couldn't believe mum was no longer here to talk to about this type of stuff,even though the letter was just as jaw dropping as it could be. It still didn't fill the empty space of missing her.Right around the corner of Halt building,there were visible renovations and changes to the sight. Everything looked polished and repainted, completely rebranded. I was probably too distracted waiting for James in the parking lot yesterday that didn't recognize it. Although,I never got to step inside yesterday. I grabbed my bag,my cup of coffee,and my keys and walked into the building. Immediately my feet stepped in, a loud sound boomed in my ears almost giving me a head attack. As my nervous system processed a
James' POV"Yes,Aunt Kathy it's fine." Calla spoke into her phone she held between her neck and shoulder as she tried to pull something from her bag. "NO,no..no need. I'm fine. I'm with James.""James?" I heard my name screeching through the phone as I tried to focus on the road. It was my first time driving back to my new apartment this late at night. Well,it was just 7pm but it was still hard to really navigate it compared to when it's daylight. "I'd be back before midnight." She said as she grabbed a lip gloss from her purse and began to apply it. The smell of strawberry scened flavor filled the car and lunched me back to the memories of my grandmother's house in Paris. "Okay,love you too." She ended the call and adjusted herself on the seat.We got to my apartment complex shortly and took the elevator up to mine. In that moment I took a quick glance at her lips covered in strawberry lipgloss and I wonder how she'd taste if I kiss her-- the perfect mixture of her soft lips,her es
Calla's POVMy foot sank into the soil as I approached my mother's tombstone. My body felt heavy with every step I took as I reluctantly got closer. The hair on my arms raised like I had been electrified as I stood there frozen letting the cold breeze brush my skin.'In loving memory of Hannah Rhode Grayson,September 7th 1969 - June 28th 2022' was craved on it. My thoughts could not fathom how gutwreacking I felt reading it. The cement of my mother's tombstone was still novel and on it were a bunch of fresh flowers piled on top of dried one. I thought of how many somber eyes had stood in this same spot as I did mourning the loss of my mother. I wanted her for just myself,but she was more than just my mum. She was so much more to so many people than I'd ever know and they were hurting just as badly as I am.I wiped the tears that escaped my eyes and I stood there staring at the concert and the titles the flowers,the grass, everything and anything because I still couldn't accept that
James' POV Two weeks had passed since the funeral of Mrs Grayson and by the middle of July, Calla had become a face I could only see in my dreams. Two weeks-- the longest two weeks of my life.I haven't heard for my family either since I got back to Boston. I packed up my stuff from my old apartment that was paid for in my family's name,sold some of my stuffs and rented a new apartment in town. I wanted to believe that dad must have gotten tried of tracking me down but that was something I knew would never happen and it felt like holding my breath before the next boom or ugly thing he does.I didn't want to care too much about my Father's wrath. I was already in enough pain.The brown boxes filled with my stuffs were scattered around the empty apartment,most untouched than the others. It felt like a relief from being in Gus's choked up apartment. I wish that was the reason though, everything had become unfamiliar,my motion was out of my bound.I stood in the kitchen as my thoughts sp