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“From…” My brain stalled and sparks started shooting out at six different angles like an under-oiled engine. Abandon ship! Abandon ship! “Running down the stairs.” I squeezed my fingers into a fist at my side to keep myself from slamming my hand into my forehead. Awesome, Jules. Now he thinks you’re so out of shape you can’t even run down the steps without pouring sweat.
I reached out and shook both shoulders. “You’re going to hate me in the morning, if I let you sleep like this.” I brought my hands up to his neck and rotated them. His head shot up and his arms whipped out around me, tugging me onto his lap. His fingers tightened painfully on my hips and I braced my hands on his chest.
Maybe Jules was one of those people who didn’t know how lucky they were to have a parent around. But Jules had never been a diva or ever talked badly about anyone, not even her asshole landlord who’d nearly turned her house into a deathtrap. If I was missing something, I couldn’t see it.
Berk, are you blind? Her own mother and even shittier sister keep fat shaming her and are so fake, it’s sickening.
Avery rummaged around in a box of t-shirts and I prayed for once that she wouldn’t have anything in my size. Just what I needed—to be standing in front of cameras with my bingo wings flapping in the wind. Sorry, Dr. Schuller. I meant my strong arms that allow me to lift my way through life and carry the weight of my burdens.
“A birthday party?” Her eyebrows dipped low like this was some alien ritual she’d been dropped in the middle of. She hugged Berk and I swear she sniffed him, going up on her tiptoes. “I wanted to come by because I know how hard today is for you and how much you hate anyone even mentioning your birthday.”