Blake Pierce was obviously a mastermind when it came to misconception. I knew that when he lived with us back in Colorado, but even two states farther in Missouri he still knew how to toy with it pretty well.

        I remembered lying in my bed at night, talking to Blake over the phone. It had been only a couple of days since they moved. Blake was ooing and ahhing over their grand, beautiful new house. It had three stories, with seven whole bedrooms and five and a half baths. (Which never really made since to me in the first place since it was only Blake, his parents, and his baby sister). It had a grand dining room, with a giant game room and its' own theatre, and a pool out back. To me, it sounded like a mansion fit for a king.

        It wasn't until I pulled up at Blake's apartment that I realized how good he was at lying.

        That house back there, that was nothing like Blake had described it as. I remembered dreaming that one day mom and dad would let me visit that house on Kimberly street. That I'd feel like the queen, but right now, I could only feel like a fool. That house on Kimberly Street ended up to be nothing but a sad, broken, one-story house buried in trees and dirt. This apartment complex even felt the same, only except that it was actually livable.

        I mean, the area around the apartment wasn't horrible, but it definitely had a strange vibe to it. It was small, musty, quite dirty, and all I could hear were people yelling across the neighborhood.

        And to think, Blake always made me believe that he lived like a king. What else was he lying about?

        After locking my car, I began my search for apartment B, which wasn't too hard to find since it was on the bottom array of apartments. I was so confident until I arrived at the door, and then it was like I completely froze.

        This, and nothing else, was what I had been anticipating for three years now. It was like, it was here, and quite frankly, it scared the shit out of me. All of these emotions, they came flooding back, and I could see myself curled up like a ball on my bed, bawling my eyes out because Blake had supposedly forgotten about me. Like he didn't want me anymore. He hurt me and yet I was the one going after him. It sounded stupid in my head, but then all at once I knocked on the door.

        One.

        Two.

        Three knocks.

        And then I held my breath.

        (Which ended up lasting for at least twenty seconds so I'm surprised I didn't pass out).

        And then the door opened, and it was like a whole different Blake that I had never seen before in my whole entire life looked at me with his same, piercing green eyes. And all I could think was, "He's supposed to be eighteen, so why does he look like he's twenty-two and has been through World War III already?"

        All that I could describe this moment to be was so intense. It was like we couldn't look away, and we just had to keep looking, and figuring out, and seeing what the past three years had made us look like. And I wondered how different I looked. Was I different, like he was?

        What would he think of me? I've changed, I could assume. I've grown my hair out much longer, way past my shoulders where they used to sit. I also wear makeup now, and I wished that perhaps I looked more mature since the last time he had seen me, but quite frankly I've had the same baby face since forever, and I can't seem to make it past 5"4. But would he even notice? Does he even remember anything about me? I did, or at least, who he was.

The first thing I noticed was how much taller he had gotten. (Obviously, since he was literally hovering over me. Screw my shortness). And how much more mature his face looked. His hair had gotten longer, and obviously he had gotten more broad. But I could always pick out the same array of freckles on his cheeks, and I hoped he still had that oddly adorable dimple on his right cheek. But who would know now? His face read only shock.

I waited, and he waited, and it was like we both had no idea what to say. And Blake being such a blabbermouth, (or being used to), I had never seen him so speechless. But what would I say? "Oh, hey. What's up?" It was like, even though I had planned this moment a bajillion times in my head, It felt useless. I had no earthly idea what to say.

"What." I jerked my head up at his voice, as he began clearing his throat. "What are you doing here?"

Okay, I definitely wasn't expecting that, but what was I expecting? A "Hey, it's so great to see you."? Now what was I supposed to say? Should I try to lighten up the mood or just beat the bush already?

After taking a breath, I fiddled with my fingers as I replied, "Um," I looked around. "I was just, in the neighborhood."

Blake pulled a look of confusion and replied, "So, you just happened to be in Missouri," he paused, and looked at my car. "all by yourself?"

What was I doing? I was so determined and straightforward before I got here, and now I'm just beating around the bush. Why was I so scared?

I finally deflated, and looked back up at him. His voice had gotten so much lower, I had noticed. "Okay, look." I huffed, and began, "Um, I don't really know what's been going on with you, and whatever, but, you do know you've left me on read for like, I don't know, three years?"

        I began to feel my anger resurface as soon as the words left my mouth. But if he saw it, I wouldn't know. His face showed only a stoic, blank look. You'd never know what he was thinking.

        "I'm aware of that." He replied, not even glancing at me. He looked so annoyed.

        "Well, don't I deserve an explanation at least?" I huffed angrily. "No, I deserved something from you a long time ago. But do you know what? I guess it's just a thing now to completely diss people in your life."

        His head quickly snapped toward me, jaw set. "I didn't ask you to come here." He growled.

        "Well, apparently I had to invite myself since you really, really enjoy not answering my texts, calls, voicemails, shall I go on?"

        "Maybe I never returned them because I didn't want to see you. Have you ever thought about that?"

        I was steaming. "Oh, I get it. You just at random didn't want to be my friend anymore. I gotcha. That makes total sense. Thanks for clearing things up for me."

        He was livid now, and glaring daggers into me. And I was glad. I had been angry for well too long. Who better to release it out on than the person who practically ripped my heart into shreds?

        He was just about to bark something back when the front door began to open slowly.

        I had to tilt my head all the way down.

        "Blakey? What're you doing?"

        There she was.

        Oh my God.

        I could never forget Blake's little sister, Sawyer. The last time I saw her, she was in diapers. I hate I've missed her grow up so much. She had to be, five now?

        She started to notice me standing on the patio. "...hi, who are you?" She smiled, showing off her teeth she'd grown, even a few gaps where some had come out. God, she was so adorable.

        I smiled, focusing my attention on her. "Hey sweet girl, my name is Hadley."

        This made her smile even more, and her big blue eyes bulged from their sockets. She looked so happy. "Hi Hadley!" She giggled. "I'm Sawyer."

        I glanced up, seeing the faintest smile from Blake. Looking back, I replied, "Well, it's very nice to meet you, Sawyer." I smiled. "I love your ponytails by the way. They are so cool."

        She giggled at that. "Thank you."

        And as I was standing there in that moment, I could only really notice how much Sawyer had affected Blake's attitude. He went from probably wanting to murder me, to grinning down at her with so much pride. I always knew how much Blake loved his little sister.

        "What're you doing here, Hadley?" Sawyer's voice popped out.

        I smiled down at her. "Oh, I'm just visiting."

        "Oh, okay." She smiled. "Are you staying here?"

        I think that's when my thoughts drifted away, and I was looking back at Blake, and thinking about our conversation again.

        I replied, "I suppose so."

        Blake quickly cleared his throat and spoke up, "Go back inside, Saw. I'll be there in a minute."

        Sawyer obediently did so with a smile, and then she was gone. Quickly came passive and stoic Blake. Great.

        Skeptically, I looked back over at Blake and he said, "I never said you were staying here."

        My smile immediately dropped. God, this was going to be a lot harder than I thought.

        "Okay, first of all, I did not just drive over five-hundred miles and use all of that gas for nothing." I paused, and took a deep breath.  "And you seriously can't just keep pushing me away, Blake. Just, please let me stay and we can talk about it. I deserve something from you."

        He actually looked like he was considering it. His mind had to have been reeling, and I was getting too anxious. His forehead was scrunched, and you could tell by the way his eyes were searching the horizon behind me thoughtfully that he was definitely deep in thought.

       Finally, he slowly put his hands in his jean pockets and mumbled something.

       "What?" I said.

        "I said okay." He grumbled, with a frown on his face. I didn't think I'd even seen him smile at all while I'd been here, besides the small grin I saw when Sawyer was out here.

        "Really?" I asked hopefully, my lips spreading into a wide grin. He looked back at me with a blank look as if to say, "If you don't shut up you're leaving." So I said, "Oh, that's great. Wow. Okay, um. Wait," Blake then looked at me like, "What now?" And I said, "Shouldn't we double check with your parents first, to make sure if it's alright that I stay here?"

        I hadn't seen them any, but I just assumed that they were at work, especially since it was the middle of the afternoon.

        But then I started to get a weird vibe about it from Blake.

        He had immediately froze, and he was clinching his fists and his face became hard with agitation. I immediately knew something was up, but I didn't  see coming what he was about to say.

        "They don't live here."

        Wait, what?

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