I get done in the bathroom and head back to the bedroom, almost running into Lennon in the process.

I back up. He looks up at me, “What?”

I blink, “Is Heath awake?”

He shrugs, “He was, but he laid back down”

I nod.

“I’m gonna make something to eat,” He says matter of factly.

I smile and nod. He walks past me out the hall.

I open the door to our room, peeking in to see Heath sitting up in bed. I step in. He looks at me bleary-eyed.

I walk over to him. Sitting on the bed too. “Did you talk to Len?”

He freezes.

Weird?..

“No…” He mumbles.

I look at his face, “remember when we tried to run away?”

He frowns, “Yeah, Daren and Mom got really mad at me…”

I pat his shoulder, “Oh, come on. Not as mad as they got at me.”

He purses his lips, “True.”

“Man, I kinda miss the old days,” I sigh and fall back onto the bed, “Back when we hung out just us two day after day.”

He looks down, “Mhmm…”

I grab his hand and give it a squeeze, “Sometimes I wish I could’ve married you instead of Lennon.”

Shit that came out wrong. His hand stiffens in mine and pulls away.

“I’m not eighteen yet,” he murmurs.

I facepalm, “I know, ugh, I just like the idea of spending the rest of my life with you.”

“Rings look ugly on my fingers,” He says.

Oh, my god. No. I smack my forehead, “I never said you had to wear a ring. I was just thinking out loud.”

He blinks, “Weddings stress me out.”

I sigh exasperated, “we’re not having a wedding.”