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He needs to talk to her.

To make her understand that she was it for him. That she was his everything.

Eventually, they get up, and Marisol comes in to get Melody’s boots and jacket.

"What's going on, Marisol?" He rushes forward, getting into his sister's space. He may have been a little aggressive with his movements, but damnit, he wanted to know what was happening out there on that porch. It seemed so intense.

"She's leaving." She looks to Melody, sitting on the back porch, looking small and alone, then back to him. Marisol very clearly wants to tell him something, but she walks away instead. Leaving him there.

Right before she gets to the doors. Marisol says. "Please don't try to contact her, okay? This is hard enough for her as it is."

“What is hard enough, Marisol?” He grabs her hand. "What we share is not hard, it's complicated, sure, but I can wait."

"This is different, Graham." She says softly, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder for a few seconds.

As she walks out the door, she says, almost to herself. "This is so different."

She looks lost. Like she doesn't know what to do, and Marisol always knows what to do. She pulls the jacket over Melody’s shoulders, helps her into her boots and they walk out the side gate.

He was not expecting her to just leave, but she did.

She didn't make it to dinner, and Marisol was weird to him the whole break. Angry, maybe, or was that disappointment shining in her eyes? What could he have done that he hadn't already done before? What was different?

Melody left the next day, she went back to California and all he was left with was the lingering of her scent on his clothes.

Melody

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Does she really have zero self-control? But, fuck did he look delicious with his hair all disheveled and the week-long stubble turned beard dusting his jawline.

It had to be the hormones. And if we were being honest here, she could have probably climaxed if he just talked dirty to her. It was embarrassing, really. But this time, it did feel a little more like closure, at least for her.

She told him how she felt and what she wanted for him. Although, thinking back, he did make it seem more like a challenge than closure on his part. And she really did like the sound of his challenge. Why a truck, though? What is so significant about a truck, must be a guy thing.

She wouldn't be seeing him for another few years. This baby is coming before summer and will be too young to travel for a few years at least.

She may never see him again, and who is she kidding, if she does ever see him again, she would probably just open her legs and let him do dirty things to her no matter what the circumstances were. Because her vagina was a greedy little bitch.

She sighs, Marisol’s reaction was a little intense, it probably didn't help that Melody burst into tears, but hormones.

Marisol freaked out a little, but Melody knew she would keep her mouth shut. Marisol did agree with her, mostly that Graham needed to focus on his school and career. He had enough emotional distress with his being cut from the swim team due to an injury.

Finding out he couldn't do what he loved was probably horrible for him. She felt awful for her own part of it. Maybe if she had stayed with him, she could have helped ease the pain. Her hands come down to rest on her belly. No, it was definitely better this way. He would have had an even bigger, more life-altering, surprise to contend with. Much more than anyone 20-year-old should have to deal with. Especially one with so much promise.

No, she made the right decision.

She never really gave much thought to having a baby, someone that she had to be responsible for. She could barely take care of herself, but giving this baby up was never an option.

She did say she wanted to keep a piece of Graham with her forever, and she definitely got that. Maybe a little more than she bargained for, but that's ok.

Chapter Seventeen

Melody

The next semester went by rather quickly, she spent most of that time trying to get the last month of lessons ready for the substitute teacher.

Duke had been great, helping her move a second-hand crib into her apartment. He was there through it all, and she couldn't have asked for a better friend.