"Shhh," I said, when Jude protested the new job I'd gotten. He kept insisting that he could take care of me. Kacie was never at the beach house, so even if his parents ever did decide to come home from Europe, I'd still have a place to live. He said that he'd pay my cell phone, and buy me clothes, and take me out to dinner every night so that I was
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Lacey started asking questions, wanting to know if it just caused a receding hairline or if it killed us. Before anyone else could say anything, Lacey jumped to her feet, getting all dramatic and yelling at me that if I ever used my powers again she'd break up with me. Wait a minute here. She wasn't allowed to break up with me! I didn't want her to!
She went storming into the kitchen and I just looked at Caleb. "Sorry man, I wasn't trying to get anything started between you guys. It was just...well, she asked and.." He took a deep breath, rubbing his hands together. "I guess I just felt like opening up." He shrugged. "It's cool, dude. I just need to go talk to her." I motioned my head towards the kitchen as I stood up. "Yeah, no problem." He said. "I'll just hang here, take your time."
Taking a deep breath, I walked into the kitchen where Lacey was making more cocoa. "Hey." I said, rubbing my hands together in front of me. "So, that was pretty intense." I started out. "Guess the snow brings out the truth in everyone huh?" I laughed, trying to lighten the situation. "Come on Lacey. I'm sorry. I guess I should've told you all that stuff. I just..." I frowned. "I don't like talking about it."
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"You guess that you should have told me all that 'stuff'? You guess?" I shook my head, throwing the spoon I used to measure the alcohol with right into the blender. I still hadn't figured out my own strength, 'cause the force of it made the expensive glass of the blender shatter, hot chocolate spilling all over the counter and the floor in a wide splash.
"Jude, this is about your life. This is... this is so important. I mean, it's too important. I get that you may not like talkin' about it. And there's a lot of things I don't like talkin' about. But if it's important, I tell you. I'm supposed to be your girlfriend. I'm supposed to be the person you talk to about the things that are hard or that you don't like to talk about." I insisted. "I'm not supposed to be the person you hide those kinds of things from."
I turned my back, crossing my arms against my chest again. This was our first fight. And to make matters worse, we were stuck right here. Without any room to breathe.
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Lacey started going off on me, like really going off. I just stood there quietly, staring at her as she pointed out how important this stuff was. I should've told her. She was right. But it's not like my dad really talked much about it. He was pretty vague with the details and he didn't really like to talk about it either. He never used his powers, I don't think I've ever seen him use them in fact. So, I just grew up not talking about it. It was something you stayed quiet about.
I sighed as she turned around, scratching my head and looking back into the living room at Caleb. He was just sitting there, staring out the big windows at the beach. I turned back to Lacey and frowned. Was this a fight? We haven't ever been in one.
"Lacey." I said quietly, walking up behind her. "I'm sorry, okay?" I shrugged. "I wasn't trying to hurt you by not talking to you about it. I just...." I scratched my head again. "I've never really talked much about it. It really wasn't something open for discussion around here. It wasn't on the approved list of topics." I grinned, trying to use a little humor to deflect. "I don't know. You're right. I should've. But it's just never been something I've been comfortable talking about."
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