Chapter 15


    "You can''t! You were meant to be a singer. Do you know how many awards you win-" I stopped, barely


    catching myself as I stood. "How many awards you could win with a voice as good as yours?" I


    covered. He smiled lightly and sat me back down on his bed before he leveled with me.


    "Singing is a pipe dream for me, but it makes me feel better seeing you get so worked up about it.


    Thanks," he smiled. I felt my face heat up and knew I was blushing. I averted my eyes to myp.


    "It''s just... you''re really good, so you shouldn''t give up. It''ll work out in your favor. I can promise you


    that," I said as I finally met his eyes. He touched the tip of my nose gently before he sat back down in


    his chair.


    "You''re a girl covered in mystery, you know that? You seem to know a lot, but nothing at all at the same


    time. How did you end up in Cali if your parents are in Australia anyway?" He asked.


    "There was an ident. That''s all I remember. I don''t remember the how or why, but just that it was an


    ident of some kind," I answered vaguely.


    "Well, we are engaged after all, so I should probably know something about you," he sighed. Most of


    the facts about me had to do with the future so I tried to keep it simple.


    "My favorite color is blue. My favorite food is Chinese. I keep quiet when I can''t process a situation or


    don''t know what to say, but I''m not necessarily shy," I started.


    "You seem kind of shy to me. At least, at school you do," Braden said. I couldn''t very well tell him that I


    kept my mouth shut to keep from saying something I wasn''t supposed to.


    "I just... try to mind my words carefully," I said honestly.


    "What are you scared of?" Braden asked curiously.


    "Ruining everything," I admitted.


    "You say that like there''s a n," he teased.


    "My n is to survive while I have to," I said truthfully. Braden digested my words before he stood.


    "Want to watch a movie?" He asked. I nodded, grateful for the change in conversation. He clicked


    around on hisptop before a screen appeared on the wall in front of his bed. Looking up, there was


    some sort of projector attached to the ceiling. Braden moved me to the far side of his bed before


    propping me up on a pillow and recing the ice packs on my back and ribs.


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    "If you don''t ice it, it''ll never get better," he exined. He sat next to me as the movie started. It was


    something I hadn''t seen before, but it looked interesting. I didn''t understand the culture norms of this


    year, but watching movies was a great idea to try and figure it out. I used the movies to study this time.


    We watched about six hours worth of movies before I couldn''t keep my eyes open anymore. I fell


    asleep exhausted. I didn''t even care that I was still in Braden''s room.