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I head into the theater, settling down in my favorite seat in the middle row

Riona’s a bitch Her opinionto me

But it keeps bothering at me, all the same I can’t even pay attention to the dulcet tones of Sir Ian McKellen, my favorite old-man crush

The truth is, I do feel abandoned I miss my father I miss my brothers I miss my own house, which was old and shabby and stuffed with ancient furniture, but I knew every bit of it It was safe and comfortable, with memories attached to every surface

I eatany of it, until I can finally lose ood-hearted Hobbits

Around 6:30 p ready I shut the movie off and head upstairs to see what monstrosity Callum has laid out on the bed for me

Sure enough, when I unzip the garht, silver-beaded dress that looks stiff and dowdy and fucking awful Right as I’ my nose at it, Callum comes into the room, already dressed in a spotless tux, his dark hair combed back and still damp from his shower

“Why aren’t you dressed?” he says angrily “We’re supposed to be leaving in twenty-five minutes Jesus Christ, you haven’t even done your hair yet”

“I’ this,” I tell him flatly

“Yes, you are” He scowls at me “Put it on Immediately”

“Did you steal this out of Ien’s closet?”

“No,” he snarls “I bought it specifically for you”

“Good Then you can return it”

“Not until after you wear it tonight”

“Not happening,” I tell him with a toss of my head