Finding Myself
I stop mid-sentence because I have no idea if either of them have a truck to put my chair in the back of.
Archer must have known where my thought was heading because he smiled gesturing his thumb behind him. "Drake is here, he drove. He's in the driveway talking to a kid our age." He looks at me intently before saying, "the guy Drake is talking to looks a lot like you actually."
Realization hits me who he's talking about. "That's my older brother, Jacob; he's 18 years old like the three of you."
Archer and Bianca give each other a confused look before turning back to me. "If he's 18 years like us, how old are you then?" Bianca asks, her big blue eyes confused.
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