 They brought the twins out to see me once over the summer, and I swear my dad was almost disappointed to realize I was doing okay. Not great or anything, but all right enough that I'm not running home with my tail between my legs.

The entire four days they were here, he asked question after question, demanding to know how I'd gotten into college, how I'm supporting myself with Zara not working and me supposedly working part-time as a data entry clerk for the F.B.I. field office. I know he thinks Morton got me the job out of pity, because there's no way he actually believes in my ability to see ghosts or communicate with them. He was on edge the whole visit, waiting for my life to implode. To say it was disheartening would be putting it mildly.

My mom was a little better, and the twins had a blast touring the city and causing trouble. The twins believe me. They know I'm not lying, and have a pretty good idea about what I can do without ever having seen it firsthand. My mom is being cautiously optimistic. It's not the same as believing me or supporting my choice to move out here, but it's better than being forced to attend therapy sessions and take medications I don't need. She's ready to swoop in and haul me off to a psychiatric facility at the drop of a hat, though. I have no doubt of that.

"Hey," Griffin says as his hand slips onto my shoulder and squeezes. "It's all right." He doesn't elaborate, and for some reason that makes me feel better.

"If you really want to come," I say without looking at him quite yet, "it's fine with me." I keep to myself that Holden will most likely not be fine with it, and Malachi and Kyran will almost definitely be either pissed or jealous or whatever, but I don't really care. Homework is only part of why I've been less than eager about showing up to shoot the shows since...well, since I screwed everything up.

Big surprise, right?

I sigh and start shoving all my homework paraphernalia back into my bag. Griffin moves to help me, wordlessly lending aid. We work together in the minute or two it takes to pack up my scattered belongings, with a strangely familiar synchronicity. He looked familiar when he first walked in. I realize now that was due to
They brought the twins out to see me once over the summer, and I swear my dad was about defeated to recognize I was doing okay. Not great or anything, but wholly right enough that I'm not running home with my tail between my leg. 

 The entire four days they were here, he ask question after question, demand to know how I'd gotten into college, how I'm back myself with Zara not working and me supposedly working part - time as a data introduction clerk for the F.B.I. field office. I sleep together he thinks Morton got me the job out of pity, because there's no manner he actually believes in my ability to see ghosts or communicate with them. He was on edge the solid visit, waiting for my life to implode. To say it was disheartening would be putting it mildly. 

 My mom was a little better, and the twins had a blast touring the city and causing trouble. The twins think me. They acknowledge I'm not lying, and receive a reasonably beneficial idea about what I can do without ever having seen it firsthand. My mom is being cautiously optimistic. It's not the same as believe me or supporting my choice to move out here, but it's better than being push to attend therapy sessions and take medications I don't need. She's ready to pounce in and haul me off to a psychiatric adeptness at the cliff of a hat, though. I have no doubt of that. 

 " Hey, " Griffin says as his hand slip onto my shoulder and squeezes. " It's all right. " He doesn't complicate, and for some reason that make me feel better. 

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 Big surprise, right? 

 I sigh and start jostle all my homework paraphernalia back into my bag. Griffin move to help me, wordlessly lending aid. We work together in the hour or two it takes to pack up my scattered belongings, with a strangely familiar synchronicity. He attend familiar when he first walked in. I realize now that was due to
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Big surorife, right?

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 They brought the twins out to sEe me once ovEr the SumMer, AnD I swEar mY dad was almost dISappOinted to realize I was doiNg okaY. NOT greAT oR anytHing, but ALl RIGht EnOuGh tHaT i'm Not ruNniNg home wIth my tail bEtwEeN my legs.

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Big surpriSE, RigHt?

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 They brought the twins ou t to see m e onc e o ver  t he s umme r, and I swear my d ad was almost disappoi ntedto real i ze  I wa s doing ok a y . N ot  g rea to ranyth ing , but a ll right e nou gh  that I'm no t  r unning hom e w ith my tailbet ween m yleg s .

Th e e ntire  fourd ays th ey were h er e , he a s ked que s t io n af ter question, dem a nd i ng to know how  I'd g ot t en i nto  co llege, how  I 'm su p porting my s e l f w i th Zara not w orking andm e s uppose dl y w o rkingpart- ti m e a s a data en tryclerk for  the F . B.I. fi e ld offi ce. Ikno w h e th i nk sMor to n  go t  m e t h e j ob out o fpi ty, b ecau s e t here 'sno w ay he  actually bel iev es i n  my  abil ity t o se eghost s or c ommun ic ate with them.He w as on edg e t he  wh ol e vis i t, wai tin g f or my l ife toi mpl od e . To  say it was dishea rt e n in g wouldbe put t in gi t mildly .
My  mom w as alitt l ebetter,and th e  t wi ns hadablastto uri ngthe c i ty a nd cau sing tro uble. The twins beli e ve me. They k n ow I 'm notlyi ng, and hav e ap rett y go o dide a  abou t wha tI  c a n do without ever h av ing se en it  firsthand. M y mom is b e i n g cautio usly op t imistic. It'snot t he same as believin g meor suppo rting myc h oice tomov e o uther e ,  b ut it's bette r than  b eing fo rce d to at ten d t her apy  s essions a nd takeme di ca ti ons  I do n 't need.  S he' srea dy to swoopin an d ha ul  m e  of f to ap sy c h iatr ic  f acil ity  a t the  dro p  of  a hat,  though.I h a ve n odo ubt ofthat.

"Hey,"  G riffin say sashis ha n d  slips o nto my shoulder and squ e ezes. " It' s all  rig ht." He d oes n't el abo r ate, a nd for  some  r eas o n  that m ak esme  feel bett e r .
"If y ou  rea lly wan t to come," I sayw ith out looking a t h im q u i te  ye t ," it' sf ine w ith me." I keep  to myself  t h at  Holden wi l l m os t likel y not b e fin e  with i t, and Ma lachi and  K yran w ill  almost de finitely  be eithe r  piss e dor je alo us orwh ate ver,but Id on' t rea lly ca re . Home workis  only pa rt of why I've been les s than  eage r a bout show ing upto shoottheshows sinc e.. .we ll, s inc e  I sc rewe d  e ver y thing  up. 
Big surp r is e,r i gh t?

I sigha n d  st art s hov i ng all  myhomework parapher n alia back into  myb a g.Gri f finmo ves to help me , w or d l essly le nd ing aid. We  work to ge t her i n theminute  or two i tt akes t o pa ckup my sca tte re d  belong in gs ,  witha st ra ngelyfamili a r sy n c hronicity. He lo okedf a milia r  wh en he  f irst wa l kedin. I real ize now tha t wasdueto
 They_brought the_twins out to see_me once_over_the summer,_and_I swear my_dad was almost_disappointed to realize I_was doing okay._Not_great or anything, but all right enough that I'm not running home with my_tail_between my_legs.

The_entire_four days they were here,_he asked question after question,_demanding to_know how I'd gotten into college, how I'm_supporting_myself with Zara_not working and me supposedly working part-time as a_data entry clerk for the F.B.I._field office. I_know_he_thinks Morton got me_the job out of pity, because_there's no way he actually believes_in my ability to see ghosts or_communicate with them. He was on_edge the whole visit, waiting_for my_life to implode. To say_it was disheartening_would be_putting it mildly.

My_mom was a little better, and_the twins had_a blast touring the city and_causing_trouble. The twins_believe_me._They know_I'm not lying,_and_have a_pretty_good idea about what I can_do_without ever having seen it firsthand. My_mom is being cautiously_optimistic._It's not the same_as believing me or supporting_my choice to move out here,_but it's_better than_being forced to attend therapy sessions and take medications I don't_need. She's ready to swoop in_and haul me off_to a_psychiatric_facility at the_drop_of a_hat, though. I have no doubt of_that.

"Hey," Griffin_says as his hand slips onto_my shoulder and squeezes._"It's_all right." He doesn't elaborate, and_for some reason that makes me_feel better.

"If you really want_to_come,"_I say without looking at_him quite yet, "it's fine with_me." I keep_to myself that Holden will most likely_not_be fine with it, and Malachi_and_Kyran will almost definitely be either_pissed_or_jealous or whatever, but I_don't really care. Homework is only_part of why I've been less than eager about_showing up to_shoot the shows since...well, since_I_screwed_everything up.

Big surprise, right?

I sigh and start shoving all my_homework paraphernalia_back into my_bag. Griffin moves to help me, wordlessly lending aid. We_work together in the minute or two_it takes to pack up my scattered belongings, with a strangely_familiar synchronicity. He looked familiar when he first_walked in. I realize now that was_due to