#Chapter195
Remember when
Maggie
During the week, classes were okay. Having unfamiliar people talk to me at the house at various times overwhelmed me. Where the heck was Nolan? I expected him to steal my bras.
I sat in my room, trying to relax. Everything felt off.
Someone knocked. /"Mags?/"
Nash walked in and took a seat next to me. I fidgeted with my fingers. Why was I so nervous around him?
/"Want to get some ice cream?/"
My head turned to him. /"Can I get extra sprinkles and whip cream?/"
He chuckled. /"You can get whatever you want./"
We left the bedroom and came downstairs.
/"Mags and I are getting ice cream,/" he told his brothers.
/"I could go for ice cream,/" Noah said.
/"Sounds good to me,/" Nathan said.
/"Ice cream always makes everything better,/" Nixon said.
/"Maggie, ice cream always makes everything better,/" Pat said.
I sat there and stabbed my ice cream.
