This one's from Lisa PoV
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During hall time, I saw Zoë and Ash sitting on the steps together. Ash had his head on Zoë’s shoulder. Zoë had wrapped her arms around his neck and was stroking his hair, whispering to him. She looked up when I came over.
“Is he okay?” I whispered.
“He’ll be alright,” she said.
“What’s wrong?”
She shook her head. “He won’t tell me. He doesn’t want to go home, though. Like, really does not want to go home.”
Ash reached around her waist and pulled her closer. He didn’t look up, just kept his face smushed into her shoulder.
“He’ll be okay,” Zoë said.
“You’re not sure why he’s crying, Zoë. toi don’t know he’s gonna be fine.”
“I’ll be fine,” Ash said, his voice muffled par Zoë’s shirt.
Zoë lifted his face off of her shoulder. His cheeks were streaked with tears. Zoë wiped the tears away with her chemise sleeve.
“Stop it,” Ash mumbled, ducking away.
Zoë dropped her hand to her side.
Ash stood and walked over to his locker. He spun the combination.
“Do toi think he’s gonna be okay?” Zoë asked.
“You like him, don’t you?” I asked.
Zoë smiled shyly and looked at the ground. “Maybe. Just a little.”
I hurried up the stairs, my shoes clicking on the marble steps, wondering why it freaked me out so much that Zoë liked Ash.
Later, after school, I sat up in my room. I started wondering about that again. It’s not like it’s freaky for two people to like each other, so why did it scare me?
“Lisa! Get down here!” Mom called.
I hopped up off of my lit and trudged down the stairs. “Hey, Mom. What is it?”
“Pep and Nana are coming in about an hour. Can toi help me clean the house a little?”
“They’re coming? How long will they be here?” I asked, excited. Pep is what I call my grandfather, and Nana is my grandma. Some people think I’m too old to still feel close to my grandparents, but I don’t think you’re ever too old to l’amour your family.
I heard someone knock. I ran over to the door and flung it open. “Pep! Nana!” I exclaimed. “Mom a dit toi would be here in an hour!”
“We wanted to come early,” Nana said. A curl of her white hair hung down right in the middle of her forehead. She brushed it away, but it sprang back.
I gave Nana a hug, noticing in the process that she was holding a plastic bag, then turned to Pep. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close.
“Hi, Tom. How toi doing?” he asked me.
Pep always calls me Tom. There’s a reason, but I never remember what it is. I like being called Tom, though. It makes me feel special.
“Pretty good,” I a dit in response to his question.
I heard footsteps, then Haley, my little sister, burst into the room.
“There’s the birthday girl!” Pep said, releasing me.
I had forgotten it was Haley’s birthday tomorrow. I don’t know how that slipped my mind.
Haley ran over and gave Pep a hug. “Hi, Pep!”
“Hey, Birthday Girl. Looking vers l'avant, vers l’avant to turning eight?”
Haley laughed. “I’m not turning eight, Pep, I’m turning nine!”
“Really? Are toi sure?” Pep asked, pretending to be confused.
Haley laughed again. “You’re silly, Pep.” She gave Nana a hug too.
“Hello, Haley,” Nana said.
“Hi, Nana! Pep thinks I’m turning eight,” Haley said.
“Well, that’s silly, isn’t it?” Nana said.
“Yea,” Haley a dit matter-of-factly. “It is. Pep is silly.”
Nana, Pep, and Mom laughed.
“Well, we’ve got some presents in the car,” Pep said. “Five for the birthday girl, and a consolation gift for Tom here.”
“You got me something?” I asked, pretending to be surprised. Nana and Pep almost always for consolation gifts.
Pep nodded and went out to the car. Mom followed him.
“Can toi girls keep a secret?” Nana asked me and Haley.
We nodded.
“Okay.” Nana opened the plastic bag, took out a cookie container, and popped the lid off.
We peeked inside. There were an array of sugar cookies, chocolat chip cookies, oatmeal raisin, raisin sec cookies, and cacahuète, arachide beurre cookies. I knew they were all homemade; Nana always makes homemade cookies.
“You can each have one, as long as toi don’t tell your mom, okay?” Nana a dit in mock seriousness.
Haley nodded solemnly and selected a sugar cookie. I was too old for these secret-from-Mom games, but I didn’t care. They were fun. I took a chocolat chip cookie and finished it quickly, so Mom wouldn’t see me eating it.
Pep and Mom came in with the presents and a few suitcases. Pep set the presents on the table, tableau in the dining room while Nana and Mom took the cases into the guest bedroom.
“So how long are toi staying?” I asked.
“We’re gonna spend the night here, and the jour after Birthday Girl’s special day, we’re gonna head back,” Pep said.
“You want to hear who I invited?” Haley asked. Without waiting for an answer, she continued: “I’m inviting Sophie and Susan and Gertie and…”
“Mom?” I interrupted Haley.
“What?”
“Can I invite some people over? So I don’t have to hang out with her Friends all night?” Haley was having a slumber party, and I knew their noisy chatter would keep me up.
“Not Ryker,” she said.
“Why not? What’s wrong with Ryker?” I demanded.
“He’s not the sort of kid toi introduce your grandparents to,” she said.
“I like him.”
“They won’t.”
“Fine. Can I have anyone over?”
“Sure. Anyone else.”
“Yes!” I pumped my fist in the air and dug my phone out of my pocket. “So Zoë and Quin and Ash are okay?”
“Ash? Are toi sure? He bugs your dad to death.”
“Fine! Zoë and Quin?”
“Well, will Zoë—”
“Mom!” I texted Zoë and Quin about the party.
A text shot back from Zoë: wen should i come?
7:30, I texted back.
2morow?
Yea.
ok, she sent back.
“Zoë’s coming,” I announced.
“What about Quin?”
“Not sure yet. He didn’t answer.”
Mom nodded. “Alright. When are they coming?”
“Well, I told Zoë 7:30.”
“Did toi tell Quin?”
“No.”
“Tell him.”
I texted Quin about it and went to play a board game with Nana, Pep, and Haley.
Zoë showed up early: 6:00. Her mom had a doctor’s appointment and was wondering if we could let her come early. Mom a dit yes.
I gave Zoë a hug. “Hey, Zo-Mo! toi know the rules: put your shoes par the door. My grandparents are here. Wanna come meet them?”
“Sure!” Zoë said. She kicked off her shoes and followed me into the dining room, where the grownups sat talking.
“Hi, Zoë!” Mom a dit when she saw who it was.
“Hi, Brigit,” Zoë said. Mom and Zoë have known each other so long that Zoë just calls her par her first name.
“Pep? Nana? This is Zoë,” I said.
Pep stood up. “Hi, Zoë! I’m Lisa grandfather.”
Zoë nodded and shook his hand. “I’m her friend.”
“Good friend,” I corrected. She nodded.
Nana shook Zoë’s hand, too. “Hello, Zoë. Lisa told me a lot about you.”
Zoë nodded, then turned to me. “Anyone else coming?”
“Quin,” I said.
Her eyes twinkled. “We could talk about boys,” she a dit mischievously.
It took me a moment to get it. I giggled a little. “Uh…right. Until Quin comes.”
“Okay, toi two go off to Lisa’s room,” Mom said. “I’ll start on dinner. toi girls okay with pizza?”
Me and Zoë cheered.
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During hall time, I saw Zoë and Ash sitting on the steps together. Ash had his head on Zoë’s shoulder. Zoë had wrapped her arms around his neck and was stroking his hair, whispering to him. She looked up when I came over.
“Is he okay?” I whispered.
“He’ll be alright,” she said.
“What’s wrong?”
She shook her head. “He won’t tell me. He doesn’t want to go home, though. Like, really does not want to go home.”
Ash reached around her waist and pulled her closer. He didn’t look up, just kept his face smushed into her shoulder.
“He’ll be okay,” Zoë said.
“You’re not sure why he’s crying, Zoë. toi don’t know he’s gonna be fine.”
“I’ll be fine,” Ash said, his voice muffled par Zoë’s shirt.
Zoë lifted his face off of her shoulder. His cheeks were streaked with tears. Zoë wiped the tears away with her chemise sleeve.
“Stop it,” Ash mumbled, ducking away.
Zoë dropped her hand to her side.
Ash stood and walked over to his locker. He spun the combination.
“Do toi think he’s gonna be okay?” Zoë asked.
“You like him, don’t you?” I asked.
Zoë smiled shyly and looked at the ground. “Maybe. Just a little.”
I hurried up the stairs, my shoes clicking on the marble steps, wondering why it freaked me out so much that Zoë liked Ash.
Later, after school, I sat up in my room. I started wondering about that again. It’s not like it’s freaky for two people to like each other, so why did it scare me?
“Lisa! Get down here!” Mom called.
I hopped up off of my lit and trudged down the stairs. “Hey, Mom. What is it?”
“Pep and Nana are coming in about an hour. Can toi help me clean the house a little?”
“They’re coming? How long will they be here?” I asked, excited. Pep is what I call my grandfather, and Nana is my grandma. Some people think I’m too old to still feel close to my grandparents, but I don’t think you’re ever too old to l’amour your family.
I heard someone knock. I ran over to the door and flung it open. “Pep! Nana!” I exclaimed. “Mom a dit toi would be here in an hour!”
“We wanted to come early,” Nana said. A curl of her white hair hung down right in the middle of her forehead. She brushed it away, but it sprang back.
I gave Nana a hug, noticing in the process that she was holding a plastic bag, then turned to Pep. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close.
“Hi, Tom. How toi doing?” he asked me.
Pep always calls me Tom. There’s a reason, but I never remember what it is. I like being called Tom, though. It makes me feel special.
“Pretty good,” I a dit in response to his question.
I heard footsteps, then Haley, my little sister, burst into the room.
“There’s the birthday girl!” Pep said, releasing me.
I had forgotten it was Haley’s birthday tomorrow. I don’t know how that slipped my mind.
Haley ran over and gave Pep a hug. “Hi, Pep!”
“Hey, Birthday Girl. Looking vers l'avant, vers l’avant to turning eight?”
Haley laughed. “I’m not turning eight, Pep, I’m turning nine!”
“Really? Are toi sure?” Pep asked, pretending to be confused.
Haley laughed again. “You’re silly, Pep.” She gave Nana a hug too.
“Hello, Haley,” Nana said.
“Hi, Nana! Pep thinks I’m turning eight,” Haley said.
“Well, that’s silly, isn’t it?” Nana said.
“Yea,” Haley a dit matter-of-factly. “It is. Pep is silly.”
Nana, Pep, and Mom laughed.
“Well, we’ve got some presents in the car,” Pep said. “Five for the birthday girl, and a consolation gift for Tom here.”
“You got me something?” I asked, pretending to be surprised. Nana and Pep almost always for consolation gifts.
Pep nodded and went out to the car. Mom followed him.
“Can toi girls keep a secret?” Nana asked me and Haley.
We nodded.
“Okay.” Nana opened the plastic bag, took out a cookie container, and popped the lid off.
We peeked inside. There were an array of sugar cookies, chocolat chip cookies, oatmeal raisin, raisin sec cookies, and cacahuète, arachide beurre cookies. I knew they were all homemade; Nana always makes homemade cookies.
“You can each have one, as long as toi don’t tell your mom, okay?” Nana a dit in mock seriousness.
Haley nodded solemnly and selected a sugar cookie. I was too old for these secret-from-Mom games, but I didn’t care. They were fun. I took a chocolat chip cookie and finished it quickly, so Mom wouldn’t see me eating it.
Pep and Mom came in with the presents and a few suitcases. Pep set the presents on the table, tableau in the dining room while Nana and Mom took the cases into the guest bedroom.
“So how long are toi staying?” I asked.
“We’re gonna spend the night here, and the jour after Birthday Girl’s special day, we’re gonna head back,” Pep said.
“You want to hear who I invited?” Haley asked. Without waiting for an answer, she continued: “I’m inviting Sophie and Susan and Gertie and…”
“Mom?” I interrupted Haley.
“What?”
“Can I invite some people over? So I don’t have to hang out with her Friends all night?” Haley was having a slumber party, and I knew their noisy chatter would keep me up.
“Not Ryker,” she said.
“Why not? What’s wrong with Ryker?” I demanded.
“He’s not the sort of kid toi introduce your grandparents to,” she said.
“I like him.”
“They won’t.”
“Fine. Can I have anyone over?”
“Sure. Anyone else.”
“Yes!” I pumped my fist in the air and dug my phone out of my pocket. “So Zoë and Quin and Ash are okay?”
“Ash? Are toi sure? He bugs your dad to death.”
“Fine! Zoë and Quin?”
“Well, will Zoë—”
“Mom!” I texted Zoë and Quin about the party.
A text shot back from Zoë: wen should i come?
7:30, I texted back.
2morow?
Yea.
ok, she sent back.
“Zoë’s coming,” I announced.
“What about Quin?”
“Not sure yet. He didn’t answer.”
Mom nodded. “Alright. When are they coming?”
“Well, I told Zoë 7:30.”
“Did toi tell Quin?”
“No.”
“Tell him.”
I texted Quin about it and went to play a board game with Nana, Pep, and Haley.
Zoë showed up early: 6:00. Her mom had a doctor’s appointment and was wondering if we could let her come early. Mom a dit yes.
I gave Zoë a hug. “Hey, Zo-Mo! toi know the rules: put your shoes par the door. My grandparents are here. Wanna come meet them?”
“Sure!” Zoë said. She kicked off her shoes and followed me into the dining room, where the grownups sat talking.
“Hi, Zoë!” Mom a dit when she saw who it was.
“Hi, Brigit,” Zoë said. Mom and Zoë have known each other so long that Zoë just calls her par her first name.
“Pep? Nana? This is Zoë,” I said.
Pep stood up. “Hi, Zoë! I’m Lisa grandfather.”
Zoë nodded and shook his hand. “I’m her friend.”
“Good friend,” I corrected. She nodded.
Nana shook Zoë’s hand, too. “Hello, Zoë. Lisa told me a lot about you.”
Zoë nodded, then turned to me. “Anyone else coming?”
“Quin,” I said.
Her eyes twinkled. “We could talk about boys,” she a dit mischievously.
It took me a moment to get it. I giggled a little. “Uh…right. Until Quin comes.”
“Okay, toi two go off to Lisa’s room,” Mom said. “I’ll start on dinner. toi girls okay with pizza?”
Me and Zoë cheered.
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K-Stew and Rob are OVER. Well, she did cheat on him with a MARRIED MAN WHO HAS KIDS.