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My eyes took everything in, and aside fro about it was nearly identical on the outside to my own

There was a s up to a red door The house was painted white, and the shutters were red Then there was the one-car detached garage that had a bright red goddamn door—also exactly like mine

What the hell?

Was ?

This was uncanny how similar our houses were to each other

Then the blinds flicked again,my lips twitch

Getting off the bike, I hung roo to study the flowers

Red and blue

That was so Conleigh

My girl wasn’t a pink girl Nor was she a purple girl I didn’t think I’d ever seen her in anything that even remotely resembled those colors

Black? Yes Brown? Double yes Blue jeans? Hell yeah

Dresses? Fuck no

Conleigh was not a girly girl Conleigh was a functional girl

That hen she opened the door in a godda surprised that I almost questioned whether I was at the correct house or not

When I saw the long, flowing brown hair that was the color of dark chocolate, I knew that it was her

The h? Those both threw me off

“What the fuck?” I asked “Why are you wearing a dress?”

Conleigh, who also never had her hair curled like it was right then, looked down at her attire

“I’ on a date” She bit her lip

I narrowed my eyes

“Leton a date, knowing I was co here to take you to lunch”

She smiled “How did you know?”

About that time, a car purred to a stop behind me, and I turned my head to study her date

He wasn’t anything special About six feet even, he was skinny as a rail and had a fuckin’ pink shirt on that I knew Conleigh secretly hated He was the epitome of the type of man ould not do it for her Not even a little bit

But then she smiled at the little prick as he stepped out of his shitty little eco-friendly car, and acted like I was the interloper here, not him

“Tyson!” Conleigh called

Tyson looked at h, and then so?”

If I would’ve been in his shoes, I would’ve been straight up hostile toward athe same space as my date This Tyson loser looked like he’d blow over with a stiff wind