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"You weren't here! You haven't been in a long time so stop trying to act like you were."
Willow grew up in a house with six brothers, one of them being her twin. She's grown up in a two bedroom apartment with an alcoholic mother who never...
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"I hate this day."
"The day hasn't even started yet."
"Then I hate the idea of this day."
"But how can you do that when you don't even have that idea of what we're doing today?"
"I don't have to to know just to know that I already hate it."
"But-"
"Wes!" Willow groans.
The boy presses his lips together in a thin line, giving a nod of understanding. "Sorry.."
She sighs, letting her head fall back against the chair she sits in. "No, no, it's fine. I just need coffee. Coffee can make this morning better." She decides, pushing herself up to head to the kitchen to check on the pot of coffee she started only two minutes before, disappointing herself when she sees it's not done.
"You know, glaring at it won't make it go any faster." He tells her, watching his sister with an amused smile as she leans on the counter, face near the pot as she stares at it intensely, seemingly trying to make it go faster.
"Obviously." she grumbles, letting her head fall onto her arms, shifting her weight to lean onto the counter more, her next words coming out muffled. "Because if it did, the coffee would be done by now."
Wes laughs, letting himself lie back against the couch that was still made into a bed for Cameron.
Wes couldn't help but start to feel dread for the day they were about to begin. He couldn't help but believe it would go horribly. Why did they even agree to it? Sure, before he thought weekly visits with their brothers was a good idea, it would open Willow up more to the idea of them staying, and for him... He wasn't sure, he just liked the thought of things going back to the way they were before everything happened. He liked the thought of having his family back, even if things would be different this time. But now, he was beginning to see where his twin was coming from, why she regretted agreeing to this so much already. He could feel that anxiety of 'what if this didn't go well'? The fear of what the outcome would be if this went downhill. Would they make things worse than they already were? Were they even ready for this, or was it too soon? It was the doubts that were getting to him, and the longer they waited for the moment of truth, the more worry there was. He didn't know if he needed this to happen sooner, to give him some peace of mind and be able to get it over with, for better or worse, or for it to be pushed back so he could better prepare himself more.
At this point, he was just confused. Maybe he wasn't as ready for this as he thought.
"Why's she staring at that like she's tryna blow it up with her mind?" Cam asks, joining his friends in the living room.
