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Ryder:


After another hour and a half, Aaron and Peter finally return to my side. They're both panting, yet they look extremely happy.

"Have fun?" I ask them, looking each of them over. Neither of them seem injured in any way. 

"Yeah!" They both exclaim at the same time. 

I glance at the setting sun and then at my watch. 4:58. "We should be getting home. Dinner'll be soon."

"Aw, Ry. Do we have to?" Aaron asks, clinging to my arm as I put my guitar back in it's case. His blue eyes stare at me and they remind me of Puss in Boot's. 

"Yeah, Aaron. Dad is gonna want us home," I say firmly, shaking my arm out of his grip. 

"That sucks," Peter grumbles. His face is covered in dust and a bit of his hair is covering his eye.

Gently, I push the hairs out of his eye and then lead them out of the park and across the street, back to our house.

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"You're late," dad growls in my ear as I walk through the front door. Aaron and Peter are already in the kitchen, eating their supper.

"There was bad traffic when we were about to cross the street," I explain, staring fearfully at him. "We had to wait until it was safe to cross."

"Excuses," he grumbles, roughly grabbing me by the wrist and dragging me up the stairs. I wince at the pain, as he grabbed me right where my cut is. "I found something interesting in your room while you were gone. I thought you might want to explain."

'Did he find my razor?' I wonder. 'No... He couldn't have. What kind of logic would he have to look under my bed?'

But when he gets to my room, he doesn't go for my mattress. Instead, he picks up a piece of paper lying on my floor next to a box with the lid askew. I recognize the box immediately- it was what I put my private things in.

He forces the piece of paper into my hand and I skim over what's on it.

It's the love letter I was planning to give to Elliot a year ago but never did.

The End

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