@Elder-God-Jacks347
"If he doesn't mind us being there then sure! I'd love to!" Belle hadn't had an actual Thanksgiving dinner with a family, much less her own, since she was 11.
"If he doesn't mind us being there then sure! I'd love to!" Belle hadn't had an actual Thanksgiving dinner with a family, much less her own, since she was 11.
Lillian laughed, "Yeah you druggie."
"I'm very self conscious about my drug use,"
Lillian kissed his cheek, "Oh please don't be. You're talking to the girl whose last drug use was last week."
"I don't do drugs. I hate drugs. And I don't do them for the hell of it either,"
"If he doesn't mind us being there then sure! I'd love to!" Belle hadn't had an actual Thanksgiving dinner with a family, much less her own, since she was 11.
"I always have Thanksgiving with the Anderson's, as long as it wouldn't be weird for you…"
Lillian sighed, "I know. I know. You do it for the cancer."
"No, no, it sounds great. I haven't had a true Thanksgiving since I was 11."
Lillian sighed, "I know. I know. You do it for the cancer."
"True, and going to have to soon, the pain has been high again and I haven't eaten since you made me… A day or two ago,"
"No, no, it sounds great. I haven't had a true Thanksgiving since I was 11."
"Okay then, the Anderson's are having one extra guest,"
"Should we tell him? Or just have me show up like 'Wassup bitches.'?"
Lillian sighed, "I know. I know. You do it for the cancer."
"True, and going to have to soon, the pain has been high again and I haven't eaten since you made me… A day or two ago,"
Lillian scowled, "Darren."
"Should we tell him? Or just have me show up like 'Wassup bitches.'?"
"There's an extra spot where my sister used to join, I see no reason why you can't fill it." The Anderson's had left an empty chair so Ryan felt like his sister was still with him, the idea of it not being there…
Lillian sighed, "I know. I know. You do it for the cancer."
"True, and going to have to soon, the pain has been high again and I haven't eaten since you made me… A day or two ago,"
Lillian scowled, "Darren."
"What's what?" He didn't look at her, he knew exactly what she meant.
"You need to eat," Lillian let go of him letting her hands lay limp by her side.
"Are you sure? If you always use it for her then I'd feel bad. Like I'm desecrating her memory." She didn't want to insult traditions or make it feel like she was replacing Elizabeth.
"You need to eat," Lillian let go of him letting her hands lay limp by her side.
"I'm fine… Not dead am I?" That was a harsh joke considering he did die. "Too soon?"
"Are you sure? If you always use it for her then I'd feel bad. Like I'm desecrating her memory." She didn't want to insult traditions or make it feel like she was replacing Elizabeth.
Ryan hesitated as he stared out the window, he didn't look over to her, "Uhh, yeah, it's not a big deal."
He sighed and laughed awkwardly, "Just a chair right?"
Lillian had teared up and looked away. Her usually open body position become closed and very voice was cold and nippy, "Yeah, just a bit."
"No, it really isn't just a chair." She whispered. Her family had always left an open chair for her mother after she passed. When her aunt brought her new boyfriend, he sat in her mother's old seat and everyone looked at him with deadly stares, including her. It really was a big deal.
Lillian had teared up and looked away. Her usually open body position become closed and very voice was cold and nippy, "Yeah, just a bit."
Darren looked back at her, "Hey," His hand touched her face, "I'm just kidding okay, I'm okay,"
Ryan continued looking away from her as he drove, he could get over it as long as he told himself it was just a stupid chair, right?
Lillian became a bit more relaxed, "I know it's just…. I feel awful."
She stared out the window. She could get over it, after all, it was just a chair, right?
Lillian became a bit more relaxed, "I know it's just…. I feel awful."
"Don't feel bad, I'm right here, fine and healt– fine I'm doing fine,"
She stared out the window. She could get over it, after all, it was just a chair, right?
The more Ryan thought about it the more he didn't like the idea, the empty chair had been there for years. "I'm sorry," He said under his breath.
No, she wouldn't get over it. Elizabeth was Ryan's sister, she was obviously important to him. She couldn't just take her spot, it'd be so rude and disrespectful. "I'm sorry." She mumbled quietly.
"Maybe I should call Darren to let him know you're coming,"
"That'd be a good idea. But you're driving! I should probably do it."
"Okay… Fine." He handed his phone to Belle, Darren was at the top.
She took a deep breath, was was she suddenly so nervous? She picked Darren's number and called.
"Yellow!" Darren answered cheerfully, "What's up dude?"
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