Homelessly In Love - Eleven

                                    

                                          
   
                          
I had all these ideas for this chapter and once I started writing them... They all went to shit, so, this is what you get.. I don't particularly like this chapter but.. What are you gonna do right? Here it is.. Late as ever, but you guys are used to it by now right? I'll try  not to make you guys wait too long on the next one but I make no promises.. My speech team is leaving for Nationals on Friday so if it's not up by then, don't expect it for at least two weeks.. Sorry guys :/ Anyway. Thanks for sticking with me, thanks for still reading and don't forget!
                          

                          
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RECAP CHAPTER TEN: 
                          
   
                          
“Helen!” He called, “Are you done with that damn food yet?” He spoke in a false demanding voice and I turned to Cameron to reassure him,
                          

                          
“He always does this, just to pick a fight with her,”
                          

                          
“Calm your shit John, It’ll be done when I say it’s done!” She yelled back and I chuckled,
                          

                          
“Why do they do that?” Cameron asked and I shivered at the answer my father had given me a while ago.
                          

                          
“I asked that once too. Apparently, it’s out of love, and when you fight, the making up is too much fun to pass up on,” I said with a look of disgust covering my features.
                          

                          
“Well hurry the hell up woman. And chill me a beer!” He demanded and I smiled as I heard the doorbell ring,
                          

                          
“You don’t even drink beer you old coot. You’re losing it!” She laughed and I opened the door with a smile only to drop it when I saw Tony smiling brightly with both of the Santiago twins.
                          

                          
“What the fuck?” I asked. 
                          
Chapter Eleven
                          

                          
Sitting at dinner was tense to say the least. I sat across from Nate, who was sitting in between two women who looked alike with Tony and Nate’s mother on either side of me. Nate’s face was permanently fixed in a menacing glare and the twins kept trying to catch his eyes. Nobody spoke for a long time and all that could be heard was the sound of forks hitting plates and meeting mouths again before repeating. I started to feel really awkward until finally Helen broke the silence,
                          

                          
“So,” She cleared her throat, “Where are you from Cameron?”
                          

                          
I looked at her pleasantly, “I was born not too far from here at Downtown Seattle Medical Center, and I grew up on the lower Westside of Downtown.” I said a bit shamefully. One of the women sitting by Nate sniffed at me in that holier than thou sort of way, but Helen just smiled,
                          

                          
“I grew up there myself. Well, before this big lump” She pointed to her husband, “Came and rescued me.” She looked at her husband with a look one could only describe as pure love and I internally scolded myself for feeling a bit of burning jealousy bubble up inside of me. I wanted that. I wanted it so bad. As the thought crossed my mind I looked up from my food only to catch the eyes of the beautiful man across from me and I nearly gasped feeling as though he could hear my thoughts and knew what I was saying.