#Chapter94
/"He's good for you, you know?/" Blake said as he leaned back in one of the garden chairs, his head tilted up at the sky.
We used to sit out here in the summer together, talking smack and dreaming our lives away. It hadn't been that long ago, perhaps just over a year or so, but it seemed like a lifetime.
/"Who, Deek?/" I asked, shifting in my own seat. It was still a little damp from the rain the night before, but most of it had drained through the netted material it was made up of.
Blake gave a nod, his head dropping back down, eyes flicking towards the sliding patio doors that lead to the kitchen. Through them, we could just about make out Oz and Deacon at the kitchen table, battling each other for the title of champ at a game of connect four.
