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[a_sport]

He went out to the star-gazing rock when he couldn't stand to be at home anymore. It had been alright for a few hours, meeting these nieces and nephews he didn't know he had and learning all the new changes in his siblings. It was unsettling, seeing how much would change in two years. Time wasn't supposed to move that quick

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[unextrordinary]

I kick snow and crunch ice under shoes that fit weirdly in clothes that are kind of mine, but not really and its weird, so weird, and I kind of love it and hate it at the same time, because this is home and not my home. This isn't the place I left, this isn't the place I want to return to, but the rock, damn, if the rock's not there, I'm going to throw up and cry and maybe even die.

But it's there, and he's there. Him. God, I've been kind of avoiding thinking about him, in the direction of him, all day, and I know I've given myself up because I crunched ice under my shoes and stop.

"Hi," I say, and it's not loud, but it doesn't have to be.

[a_sport]

He knew she was coming without even really noticing. Already, it was like nothing was weird about being aware of things he wasn't really supposed to be. Felt more like home than home did.

Calvin turned to look at her, snow cold against his cheek. It was dark out, but he could make her out pretty well.

"Hey." Then, because he had to say something. "Rock's still here."

[unextrordinary]

I rub my lips together back and forth, pressed so hard together that they kind of hurt, but I nod, because I can see clearly that it is, and I shove my mittened hands deeper into my pockets.

Dammit, I have to move.

"Yeah, I see that."

[a_sport]

He propped himself up onto his elbows, looking at her. Thought at her, too tired and uncertain to even try and talk about it right now. Because he had three nieces that he didn't have before, and he didn't know where he was going to sleep that night. And that morning Meg had invited him to lie in her bed with her, and now she was just wicked awkward.