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Dedicated to Cammie, for being such a sweetheart. <3xx Cheers.
Chapter 9: A Picture, Lunchbox, and another Fraisier.
Chip’s POV
Xander lifted the photo frame from the shelf and dusted it lightly. His eyes widened in an instant—as if something clicked within him.
“X-Xander?” I asked tentatively, taking a few steps closer to him and peering over his shoulder.
“Is something the matter?”
The tall figure simply stared at then picture in the frame, unblinking. The expression on his face made me genuinely concerned.
Was there something wrong with the picture?
Xander’s thumb traced the middle of the photo and for a split second, the reflection of the light flitted away—revealing a childhood picture of me.
Oh! That one. I remember taking that after a snowball fight with Coco and Hansel. Mom insisted so she took a picture of me all wrapped up in winter clothes—flushed from the cold but beaming from the fun we had.
It was a long time ago.
Xander tore his gaze from the old photo and met mine.
“This,” He indicated the wooden photo frame, “who is this?” His tone was urgent, yet filled with a certain emotion—something like...desperate longing.
But that’s not possible. He’s Xander. What are you thinking, Chip? Said a voice in my head.
“U-um…that—that’s me…? Why? What’s wrong?” I know I didn’t look my best in that picture; what with the ghostly pale face and skinny legs that looked like sticks but…he didn’t need to be so surprised!
Xander’s eyes went wide for a moment and he fixed a strange stare at me—as if seeing the real Chip for the first time.
“You…?” I could see that he was struggling to digest the information, frowning at the photo, and then looking back at me.
“I—“
“Xander, honey! Your cupcakes are ready!” Rose called from the kitchen, breaking Xander mid-sentence.
His face reverted to the crooked smile he usually wore when Rose peeked through the stairwell, and he politely took the box of red-velvet cakes.
“Thanks Rose. I…guess I’ll be going then.”
“Sure! Do come by again, dear!” Rose smiled warmly, bidding him goodbye.
As if unsure, Xander’s eyes flitted across the room, glancing at me for a painful second.
“Okay…I’ll be going.” He repeated once again, slowly descending the stairs—grey orbs still fixed on me.
What is it? I wondered, wishing he would stop looking at me strangely.
I adverted my eyes to avoid the tension and played with my fingers instead.
“Say bye, Giselle,” I heard Xander tell his sister.
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