Eleanor & Grey(71)

“Thank you, Eleanor,” I said.

“For what?”

I stuffed my hands into my pockets. “Being my reason to smile today.”





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Eleanor





After the partied ended, I stayed a bit longer to help clean up the mess. When everything was put away, and the dishwasher was running, I collected my things to head home.

As I walked to the front door, I paused as Landon spoke my way.

“Hey, Eleanor? Can I just have a word really fast?” he asked.

I turned toward him and smiled. Landon looked so grown up compared to the boy he was all those years ago. Shay would’ve hated how handsome he had become.

“Yeah, sure. What’s going on?”

He slid his hands into his pockets. “I just wanted to say thank you for everything you’ve been doing for these girls, and for Greyson. I don’t know how you’re doing it, but thank you. Today was the first day I felt like my best friend was really here. He’s been a ghost for the past year, and it has been the hardest thing to watch. So, yeah, just keep it up, okay? Whatever it is you’re doing, just keep doing that.”

I grinned. “I don’t know if I’m much help, but I don’t plan on going anywhere.”

“Trust me, you’re the biggest help. Also, I, uh, I owe you an apology for the asshole kid I was in the past—calling you Brace Face and stuff. That was fucked up.”

I laughed. “I mean, yes, it was, but I guess since you brought a pony today, we can forgive and forget.”

“For sure, and I mean, it looks like it worked out for you, ya know, those braces.” He gestured toward my mouth. “It looks good. So, yeah. Good for you.”

Oh, Landon. For a superstar you sure are awkward.

“Thanks.”

“Okay, well I’ll let you go. Make sure to tell your cousin Shay that I said hi.”

I would definitely be telling Shay that as soon as possible.

“I will do. Safe travels, Landon.”

The minute he left, I pulled out my cell phone and texted Shay.

Me: Landon asked about you today.

Shay: Oh yeah? Did you tell him to burn in Hell? I hope you told him to go to Hell.

I smirked, knowing it was getting under her skin a little.

Shay: How did he look? Did he look uglier in person than he does in the movies?

Me: Oddly enough, he looks even better.

Shay: Ugh. Of course, he does. Whatever, I’m done thinking about him.

Shay: But just to be clear, did you tell him I was doing great and I never thought about him again after high school? Next time make sure to tell him that.

Shay: God. I hate him. How dare he just randomly ask about me! The nerve.

She kept rambling on and on, and I felt a bit pleased about it. It was nice to have something to tease her about now, seeing how she always teased me when it came to Greyson. It felt as if my cousin and I were finally on an even playing field. Each time she mocked me, I’d be ready to mock her right back.





“How long are you going to walk me to class?” Karla groaned as we headed to her first period of school the Monday after Lorelai’s party. It was our new normal, and needless to say, she hated every second of it.

“Until your father tells me to stop, I guess,” I replied.

She groaned. “He’s been extra annoying lately.”

“He’s just doing his job, Karla. That’s all. He’s been going through a lot.”

“We’ve all been going through a lot.”

“Yeah, I know.”

She huffed. “You have no idea,” she grumbled.

I combed my hand through my hair and gave her a small smile. “You know, I was around your age when I lost my mother, too. So, I know how hard that can be.”

“Yeah? Did it leave you scarred up like a monster, too?” she asked before glancing my way and shaking her head. “Oh wait, nope. You’re still beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful, too, Karla, and trust me, this is not what I looked like in high school. My nickname was Brace Face.”

“Oh, wow, so I guess you and me are the same!” she exclaimed, her sarcasm loud and clear. “My scars are just like having braces. I can’t wait to grow out of this stage of my life. Oh wait…” She rolled her eyes extra hard.

“Watch where you’re going, freak,” someone muttered as they bumped into Karla, making her stumble backward.

“Hey, watch it!” I barked, though Karla seemed pretty unfazed by it all. Those kinds of things happened to her more often than not, even with me standing right there beside her. I couldn’t imagine the things they were brave enough to say to her when an adult wasn’t around.

“Just let it happen, Eleanor. Muggles are gonna do what muggles are gonna do,” she said matter-of-factly, keeping her head down.

I raised an eyebrow. “Did you just make a Harry Potter reference?”

“Yes, duh.”

“You’re a Harry Potter fan?”

“It’s only the holy grail in today’s world, Eleanor,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”

“Um, hi, Hufflepuff here, reporting for duty. I’ll have you know I loved Harry Potter before you were even born. I used to have to wait years for the next book to come out. Years!”