Despite the title, this isn't a story about a treehouse.
This is a story about love.
This is about two people who allowed change and fear to ruin something beautiful.
Letting years go by,
Only to realize that they should've fought harder for the o...
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The rest of the week went by uneventfully.
Not another conversation was had between Myles and I but it was different than before.
This time it was because we were both so busy, especially with me spending every ounce of my free time practicing for my audition tape for Juliard.
Though, whenever we did see each other we managed to spare one another a smile, sometimes even a "Hi".
To others that may not seem like much, but I see it as progress.
I can no longer deny the fact that I miss Myles and with this past week it's become more clear that I want him a part of my life again.
More like need
But does he feel the same?
With a sigh, I re-focused my attention on a crazed Talia.
It was Saturday, also known as Myles's Birthday.
Talia and Malia came over to get ready together. Talia saying she didn't trust me to put together an outfit that screams "I'm hot!".
Her words, not mine.
"THIS IS THE ONE!" Talia yelled in excitement, making Malia jump, who had her nose in this week's book, The Handmaids Tale.
Turning around Talia showed us a black lace corset top and high-waisted, light blue mom jeans.
Before I can say anything, Talia shoved the clothes into my hands and push me in the direction of the bathroom.
"Ru-" I began to say, but she closed the door in my face.
"Rude," I grumbled, staring down at the clothes in my hand.
Changing out of my previous clothes and into the new ones I found myself pleasantly surprised.
Looking in the mirror I smiled at my appearance.
The corset fitted me nicely, the lace looking elegant on my brown skin. The mom jeans hugged me in all the right places accentuating my small waist, wide hips, and long legs perfectly.
Pulling my hair out of the bun I had it in earlier, I began detangling and styling my hair.
Once, I was done my thick, black, coils cascaded down my back in tight ringlet curls.
More than satisfied with my appearance I made my way back into the room.
When I returned I found Malia and Talia dressed and ready to go.
Looking over at Malia I saw that she was wearing a white pleated skirt that reached mid-thigh, a white cropped tank, that showed a sliver of her stomach, a light pink cropped cardigan on top that look beautiful with her dark complexion, and light pink converses.
This was definitely Talia's doing.
The fiddling of her fingers with her camera and the way she kept tugging at her skirt, showed that Malia felt uncomfortable in her outfit.
