AN: Wow, an update? I know - SHOCKING THAT! Don't own Bones. Never will. Hoozah, let's get on with the show!

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Seven Teenagers in Cross-Roads

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"Wait, I'm sorry," Haddon said as she shook her head, ruffling her curls, "Can you say that again?"

"We're here to take you back!" JD was the first one to yell out the explanation.

"But-" Haddon cut herself off as she looked back to her new family behind her (eyes trailing on Zack for an extra moment) before refocusing on her older relationships.

The boys seemed to be grinning, expecting an answer now.

"Alright, alright," Hodgins sudden interrupted the tense air, "We need to get back to work."

Angela turned to Bones and cupped her hand to whisper, "You should call Booth."

But the brunette simply said, "Already did," before turning and showing the cellphone pinned to her ear.

"Hodgins is right," Zack said as he came up to Haddon's side, "You have a test to do."

Haddon's face paled before she forced a chuckle. But then she got a new idea - she turned to him and pouted her lip out, batting eyelashes.

"Do I really have to?"

"Wow - her puppy dog expression actually works now that she's pretty," Baily said from behind the two of them to the rest of the boys who nodded in agreement.

Haddon was about to whirl on them and growl how shallow they just sounded but Zack said, "Just because you are more aesthetically pleasing today does not mean that I will postpone the test."

At the indirect compliment, Haddon's raised a hand to cover her mouth and try and hold down her blush and an awkward, gleeful laugh that had almost came out. Feeling like a test might not be so bad, as it'd allow her mind to clear down and settle (as it was soon to overload) she nodded.

Her brain must already be fried as she began to walk off with Zack before remembering all her friends were in the lab, standing in their faded jeans and plaid shirts wanting her to go back to Montana.

But then Booth was suddenly sprinting through the door and into the room, eyebrows furrowed and eyes darting around. It didn't take him two seconds to find the group of teenage boys across of Haddon and Zack.

He moved in for the kill.

"So," he said in a deep voice that had the teenagers jumping and moving their attention from Haddon to her father, "what do we have here?"

"Booth," Haddon said in sudden worry, "It's ok, they're just my friends from Montana!"

"Whose this guy think he is?" Andy said in slight disbelief.

"I'm Haddon's Dad is who I am," Booth growled back out, even going so far as to raise a fist and crack a few knuckles.

Feeling a smile tug on her lips from his over-bearing personality, Haddon said to her wide-eyed friends, "He is. Awesome, right?"

When another knuckle cracked, it seemed all the boys (except Robert, who just stood there in what seemed like admiration for Booth) huddled closer to each other.

"Is he a police officer?" Jake managed to get out.

"Wrong, Mr. Booth is a specially trained FBI agent who fought in the Gulf War," Zack explained out first.

That had the boys gulping, especially when Booth's face stretched into a smile before he asked, "Now, why don't we have a little chat?"

"That would be beneficial as Haddon needs her concentration on a Calculus test," Zack said as he began walking off.

"Don't be too hard on them Booth," Haddon advised as she patted her father on his shoulder (he only grunted) before catching up with Zack.

Seeing as the main show was over, Hodgins shrugged his shoulders before walking back to his own station, Bones following the same course of action.

"Now, what are you going to interregate these guys about?" Angela asked with amusement as she walked to Booth's side.

"Nothing much, just check that my daughter is safe being around them."

"Oh stop it," Angela said with a roll of her eyes, "You can talk to them at lunch. Right now I bet they're tired; are you guys?"

They didn't even think before nodding; taking a pretty lady over a menacing special agent sounded like a way out.

"Now, come on, you can relax in my office right now while Haddon takes her test."

The boys sighed in relief before walking off; yet Booth grabbed the nearest one, which ended up being JD, and loomed over him. "We'll talk later. I'll be waiting in Dr. Brennan's office."

JD nodded while somehow managing to give a wavy smile. Booth gave a final scoff before he let the teenager's collar go and stomped over to Bones.

"Haddon is nothing like her Dad!" Jake said as they watched him go.

"Just wait," Angela said as she started walking off, "You'll see it in time."

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Haddon wanted to laugh at the sight before her, but resisted the urge.

She had never seen her six guys be silent and polite as they sat in the overly-cramped seating arrangement at the regular Chinese restaurant. It was probably due to the fact that Booth was staring holes into each of their skulls. Along with her friends and Booth, Angela had come along saying that she wanted to see the drama. Of course that meant Hodgins was roped in as well, and then he convinced Zack to follow suit. It also seemed Bones didn't want to be left out of this little get together, as she sat with her arms crossed and determined to discover what all the fuss was about.

"Why are your friends suddenly so fretful? They seeemed confident and youthful at the lab when they first appeared," Zack whispered the question in Haddon's ear, causing her to resist the urge to shiver. One thing she could thank was that they were so squished in the compartment that her side was mashed against Zack's, his warmth seeping into her.

"I think, for some reason, they're deadly afraid of my Dad," she whispered back, cupping her hand to his ear for the full affect.

"Hey you two!" Noah suddenly snapped, "Don't get too cozy over there now."

"I think you should worry about yourself young man, coming here and declaring that you're going to take my daughter away from me," Booth said in a perfect monotone that had Noah's face paling again and shoulders slumping.

"Ok, ok, Booth, we get that you're a big, bad man who could chew out any of these guys at any moment, but could you at least give them a chance? You bolted over the lab before they could really explain," Haddon sighed as she rearranged her elbow so that it wasn't so much into Zack's side. Sure, it made her arm stick out at an odd angle, but at least she wasn't poking him in the ribs.

But then that contact was gone...bummer, that.

"Well, there's really nothing to explain," Robert said in his straight-forward persona, bringing Haddon back from her thoughts; "We're here to take you back."

"Simple as that," Jake added with a winning smile.

But Haddon only sighed before closing her eyes for a moment. When she opened them her lips moved into a small smile and she said, "Guys, I can't. I found a new life here."

The teenagers seemed stunned-silent for a few moments before they all burst out into unintelligible argument.

"Hey! HEY!" Haddon had to yell to quiet them down, "It's my life, my decisions guys!"

They seemed to open their mouths in protest, but then shrunk in realized defeat as they looked at her steadfast face. Now seeing them so down, Haddon's own shoulders slumped and her smile widened.

"Don't get me wrong, fellas," she said as a bitter-sweet taste fell on her tongue, "I love each and everyone of you guys so much. I missed you a lot and it's fantastic seeing you again."

"But apparently you don't love us more then these guys," Andy sadly concluded.

Ignoring how Booth's scowl was deepening, Haddon said, "Stop making yourself the victim guys, think of how I'm feeling right now!"

"It should be obvious!" Noah said as his lips were turned down, "You belong in Montana with us!"

Haddon raised a hand to rub at her temple, being careful as to not hit Zack in the nose or face before asking, "Aren't you guys going to college soon?"

This had the boys looking at each other with speculative glances before saying, "Well, we are thinking of it; it was the main excuse we used to make our parents agree with the trip."

"You lied and said you were going to go look at colleges?" Haddon asked in annoyance.

"We didn't lie," Baily said, "We are going to look at them!"

"But you aren't-" Haddon was cut off by Booth who stated, "You guys are getting off topic."

Turning her blond head to him, she sighed before saying, "He's right. The point I was trying to make is that you guys are going to be leaving, we're not stupid high schoolers anymore! We need to find lives!"

"But Robert here," Andy said in haste, "He's going to take over the family farm!"

Haddon's smile lit up as she asked, "Really?"

"Yeah," the light brunette said with a grin of his own, "Pa has decided he's getting too old for this. And even though I'm not the oldest, I'm the one around most and the one who puts in the most effort."

"And me," Jake said as he pointed to himself, "I'm just going to continue making money off video gaming!"

"You're a tester?" Hodgins asked in interest.

The lanky teen grinned wickedly as he said, "Can beat anyone's ass in the state."

"Off topic!" Haddon said with frustration, "And so two of you are staying behind - big deal!"

"I was going to take over my Dad's fence business," Andy offered, "And maybe start selling my homemade brew on the side."

"You make beer?" Angela asked with snort.

"I am German, babe," the blond grinned back, causing Hodgin's arm around his girlfriend's shoulders to tighten a little. The nerve of teenagers now a days!

"Well, that's great for you guys," Haddon sighed, "But I'm not going back to that town. I don't even have the house anymore, it got re-possessed remember?"

"You can live with me!" Jake shouted, causing Haddon to blink (along with everyone else at the table).

"What did you just offer?" Booth erupted as he sat up straight.

Booth's sudden movement consequently threw Haddon into Zach. Or, more precisely, over his lap. Blowing bangs out of her eyes as her chin rested on his thigh for a moment, she got up with a bright blush and said, "Alright; enough!"

Her yell had been louder than Booth's, surprisingly, and her father sat back down and the teenagers turned to her with sky-high eyebrows.

"I really appreciate it you guys, you don't even know," she said before she broke off and sighed, saying, "But I really can't. I just...can't. Please understand that."

There was silence now; the boys all looked each other remorsefully. It seemed Haddon's point of staying had finally been driven through their thick skulls.

"Alright," Baily was the first to verbally give in, "But we have to keep in better contact."

"I wrote to you guys," Haddon said with a slight frown.

"I mean cellphones you dummy," he continued on, "Not that I'd expect you to have one; you're such a Luddite."

"You know, he's right," Hodgins said in realization, "You always get fidgety and annoyed at electronics. Also, nice vocab there kid."

While the teenager thanked him, Haddon frowned and said, "I'm not that bad with electronics."

"You got tumultuous at my toaster to such a degree that you threw it across the room because it was not plugged in," Zach supplied.

"That was different," Haddon said as she twisted on him, "I was intensely craving pop-tarts that morning."

"Was that when you guys accidentally-"

Hodgins was promptly shut-up with two napkins to the face, complementary of Haddon and Zach. The two seemed to stare at the extra napkin on his face to before turning to the other; Haddon burst into laughter while Zach simply blinked.

Haddon wondered for a moment what he needed to worry about, all these teenagers wouldn't make jokes and fun of him or question his chastity, but then she remembered the other person at her side. Of course Booth would flip shit if he found out she'd accidentally slept on the same bed with him. That definitely wouldn't be a great conversation topic for tonight.

"That was a little creepy," Baily said with a complimentary snort.

"Oh shut-it," Haddon said with a little more snarl than necessary.

It seemed that the food was finally ready as the few servers of the restaurant came with trays piled high on their arms. They skillfully kept them balanced before they placed them down on the table, making the entire scenario of the chaotic table even more pronounced.

"So I'm sure Haddon here has told you all about us?" Andy asked after everyone had situated themselves for eating.

"She has sparsely mentioned everyone," Zach answered first as he avoided Haddon's deadly chopsticks from taking one of his eyes.

The six teenagers simultaneously turned from their food to glare at Haddon, who suddenly seemed infinitely interested in the coffee in her mug.

"But she hasn't talked about her past life much at all," Hodgins supplied before adding, "Care to enlighten us?"

As the boys exchanged looks, it was Haddon's turn to glare; first at the bug expert and then at her chuckling friends.

"Don't you dare," she growled in a tone that she hoped would be menacing enough. Sadly, this time it wasn't.

"She's a total killer."

The table went entirely silent and Haddon felt Zach none-too-smoothly scoot away from her; it was a little pointless as all he got away was a half inch or so.

"You should see it when she gets a gun and chooses her prey - and then she's stalking it like there's no tomorrow and that if she misses it's a sign of the apocalypse," JD said in awe.

"And then," Robert picked up, "when she finally gets her target lined up and lets the trigger-finger go off-"

"That poor creature never stands a chance," Noah ended with a shake of his head.

"Great description guys," the 'killer' herself said dryly. "Now would you mind explaining it more so everyone knows you're talking about hunting and they feel like they don't have to arrest me."

"I thought that was obvious," Jake said as he scratched as his dark hair.

"And then she gets all stony faced and cuts up the thing herself-" Andy was cut off with a dumpling, complimentary of again said-blond.

"Alright then, I think that's quite enough," Haddon said with a forced smile as she retracted her arm from across the table.

There was a slight silence before Booth said, "So you have a good shot?"

"I'm alright," Haddon said with a noncommittal shrug, "I had to practice a lot to keep it up. I bet I've gotten horribly rusty and bad since I haven't held a gun in months."

"I'm trying to decide if that's a good or bad thing," Angela commented.

Haddon finally felt Zach straighten so he wasn't squishing into Andy so much, and she felt like punching him. He should trust her more by now than to think she killed people; it made her slight frown become more pronounced.

It seemed her friends and Father picked up on it as well, as a new subject of her past escapades was brought up. The liked to hear about her past experiences and hearing all her friend's laughter mix in a scenario she had never thought would occur, and it made her lose track of where, and almost who, she was.

She had forgotten about how she used to scale barb-wire fences with leaps, sometimes catching her jeans and making unflattering holes in her pants. And then there was the time when she was barely in second grade where a fish had almost drowned her because she refused to let it go; if Robert hadn't been there to haul her out (fish and all) her stubbornness might have done her in right then. The stories effortlessly flowed and everyone's memories began to harmoniously mix.

"Hey, can you still not make those awesome ginger snaps and those cute, little vanilla cakes you Ma made all the time?"

Haddon didn't catch who asked it, but she did feel all the eyes on her and how Booth's frame had expanded from taking in a deep breath from shock.

She forced her eyes up from her tangled fingers and white knuckles to smile bright and exclaim, "I wish!"

And then Haddon was suddenly aware of all the people around her and she had the sudden urge to cry for some reason. Knowing she had to get out before she felt closed off and couldn't breath, she excused herself to go to the bathroom.

Not a minute later Haddon took in deep, loud gasps of air outside the restaurant as she leaned against a brick wall in the alley it was part of.

She felt like the biggest drama queen right there, as she looked up and saw that there weren't as many stars in the sky as there always was in Montana. Truthfully, Haddon hadn't felt home sick until her friends had suddenly dropped into her life. She had been so busy with adjusting and dealing with the present and future that she hadn't minded to turn back. But now, as she let all the memories of sunny days and freckles of summer and felt the duel lockets against her chest, she felt like her lungs couldn't hold in any air.

And that little, miniscule fact that many stars couldn't be seen in the city made her first sob come out.

Haddon was still crying a few minutes later; that was when Zach found her.

He first noticed how she was slumped over one of the numerous wooden crates, the stacks high and a little too precarious looking for him to be entirely ignorant to the fact they could topple over at any moment.

The young genius stood there for another long moment, not sure of what to do, before he cleared his throat. He noticed how her back straightened and she stood up in a flash, drastically clawing at her eyes and further smearing her make-up. Zach supposed that she must have forgotten she was wearing it.

"I wasn't crying," she sniffed as a few more tears streaked down her face.

"Your lie is ill crafted," Zach said as he adjusted his feet on the damp concrete again.

They stood there for a few more moments, both standing there, not knowing what to do at all. Haddon looked up to see that he was still looking at her inquisitive, and she looked away in shame. He noticed that her face that was usually passively pretty was scrunched up and distorted. Zach had noted a long time ago that people didn't look aesthetically pleasing when crying (like so many movies incorrectly believed), and Haddon was no exception.

"I'm such an ungrateful person," she finally sighed to break the silence.

"I do not understand."

Haddon gave a bitter laugh before she threw herself back onto the wooden crate from before, positioning her elbows on her knees so she could kneed her palms into her eyes.

"I'm having this great time and now I'm out here crying because I feel sorry for myself."

"Why are you feeling the anomaly of being sympathetic to yourself?" Zach asked as he sat down on a crate that wasn't stacked, now having to look up at her from the new angle to see her distressed expression.

"Just when my Ma was brought up..."

She broke off to huff and look back up at the sky. Zach watched as her somber attitude turned angry, her brow furrowing and lips thinning; it made her face look even more drastic.

"I don't like the sky here, I can't see any stars."

Zach stayed silent, he didn't know what to say to her correct observation.

"It's suffocating."

"I think that's an unreasonable decision that you have made because you are emotionally compromised at the moment. I suggest that you calm down and converse to me about what is making you so vexed."

She slowly turned her head to him, and saw that his head was titled to the side by the slightest fraction. His hair was wavy and she remembered the day when she'd realized that his hair had the same condition as hers with humidity. It didn't get as curly as hers, but it was still interesting to look at and feel between her fingers. Her fists in her lap tensed at the desire, but she pushed it down.

"Want to know what happened to my Ma?" she asked out to him in the empty alley.

Haddon watched his face, waiting for him to react to the question. Booth was the only one who, so far, knew what happened to her Ma because of the records; she was almost positive he hadn't told Bones yet, since he always respected her privacy. But she wanted to personally tell someone everything already.

"I would be lying if I declared I was not interested in what occurred to make you so emotionally unstable at precise moments," Zach admitted.

She watched him, and he noted that her eyes had never seemed so open and large. He didn't know if it was because of the black streaks of mascara or the muddled orange that had been her eyeshadow, but she didn't seem to be the person who he'd come to realize as a good friend.

"It was normal; it was just cancer," she said, and then paused to laugh a pitch too high to be legitimate. "Yeah, it was 'normal' and 'just cancer.' What great word choices, Haddon!"

Zach furrowed his eyebrows at her odd quoting and third person speaking, but didn't say anything on it and let her continue.

"My Ma began smoking shortly after I was born, because of the stress she said," Haddon began; "She never smoked around me because of the second-hand smoke studies, but she smoked it up enough herself. It got bad as I got more rebellious and uncaring to what I was doing with my life and when she began realizing she really was a single mother. I would just skip school or chores to hang out with friends and goof off. I would go hunting; she would go chain smoke on the porch."

She took a deep breath and Zach's hand was suddenly at one of her knees, squeezing it comfortingly while he attempted to smile. It was hard, as she was almost crying again. Truthfully, he felt entirely out of place right now, but he couldn't just turn around and get someone else to take his place right now. He recognized that she needed someone right now, and he was the closest at the moment. He just hoped he would suffice.

"And I just ignored how she lost weight," Haddon said as she covered her eyes from the dark sky with her hands again; "I ignored how she coughed and it was hacked. And she didn't tell me because she didn't want me to worry. I didn't even notice when he hair began falling out until..."

"Haddon, you did not create the horrid disease, you are in no way connected with your Mothers death," Zach said, surprised a moment later when she leaned down and rested her forehead on the top of his shoulder. He noticed it made her back horribly bent, so he slowly sat up and moved to sit on her crate.

There, she kept her forehead on his shoulder and one of her hands numbly grasped the back of his jacket.

"I can't believe I'm spilling my heart in an alleyway outside a Chinese restaurant," Haddon finally managed to say.

"You're not shocked that it's me you're divulging this information to?" Zach couldn't help but ask.

"Of course not," she said as she finally lifted her head from his shoulder; "Why would I be?"

He looked at her for a long moment, his chocolate eyes searching her darker ones again; he hoped that he could easily read her emotions through the shining eyes like he could math equations, but tonight he wasn't in such luxury.

But he did see her smeared make-up, and so he carefully lifted the sleeve of his jacket and pressed it to her face.

"What are you-"

"Your make-up is ruined, I am making you presentable again."

She bit her tongue in embarrassment as she thought it was just another thing to add to her list of embarrassing things. This whole fiasco of him seeing her break down had the threat of toppling over her crush on him, but she doubted that secret would be overthrown any time soon.

"I look like a racoon, don't I?"

"I believe a fairer comparison would be between a possum."

Haddon noticed Zach was gentle and slow as he lethargically moved his cotton sleeve under her eyes and then down the sides of her face. She was about to ask how it traveled that far, but then she realized he was drying her tears.

When his fingers slipped under from his sleeve and his knuckles brushed the underside of her jaw-line, she retracted back as if she had been burned. There were still too many emotions swimming around in her, she didn't need that spike of adrenaline and desire to be ignited.

"Do you think they've sent out a missing persons report for us?" Haddon asked as she stood and forced a laugh, smoothing out her dress.

"We have only been gone for seven minutes," Zach said as he looked at his watch; "And I explained how I needed to empty my stomach."

"Why-" she began, but he cut her off with, "I lied and said that I ate some bad macaroni and cheese at lunch."

"You lied? And they believed you?" Haddon asked in shock.

"I believe Booth would have noted the false fact, if he hadn't been so engrossed in a story one of your friends was telling him," Zach commented.

"My lessons really are working," she laughed as she punched his arm.

Zach smiled lightly then, and she wondered if he knew that his true smile was the slightest bit crooked and only showed one of his dimples.

Haddon wanted to walk in, but something was stopping her. She looked up to the sky again, and she saw Zach do the same.

"You should come to Michigan, you can see a conglomeration of stars there."

"Michigan? Conglomeration?" Haddon asked in confusion.

"That is where I grew up and where most of my family resides," Zach explained shortly as he walked to the door, opening it for her to continue through. "And conglomeration, noun; a composite organization."

She smiled wide, alarming Zach for a moment, before she gave him a brief hug and went inside.

Zach went to the bathroom as Haddon went back to the table, where he saw with the added light the smears of make-up on his sleeves. He lifted the cotton to his mouth and could smell her; he saw in the mirror the damp place on his shoulder where Haddon had leaned her head against him.

He thought about washing it out, but found that he had no real desire to do so.

So he left the evidence of their meeting before going back into the restaurant.

- X -

"I'm going to miss you guys so much," Haddon exclaimed as she threw herself into the hug hug-fest that the seven teenagers were partaking in.

"You're going to visit when we all get the money together for summer or something," Noah said somewhere in the tangled heap of limps and friendship.

"Of course I will," Haddon said as she remembered to breath and to not cry; she had already done that a few nights ago in that alley with Zach that was thankfully still a secret and would continue to be so.

It was odd how she had always thought she would stay with these guys her entire life, in that small rural town nestled between pastures and old barns. But here she was in the big city, enjoying a life she had never given any heed to. Sure, it was different and she missed her old home where she didn't have to worry about locking doors and people creeping around at night, but she loved it here. Haddon truly hoped that her friends would find a place where they could diverge and find their own path as well; they deserved a good life just as much as her, really.

"We're going to keep doing the corny letter-sending thing, and you better get a phone and soon, Haddon," Jake said as he ruffled her bright hair.

"Fine, you dork," she snorted back as she elbowed him in the ribs.

"We should do that traveling pants thing," Andy pipped up with a grin.

Haddon shook her head and rolled her eyes before saying, "Lay off the beer, buddy. Get someone legal to taste it."

"Hey what-"

"Alright, we have to go or else we miss our plane," Baily interrupted the impending tiff as he pulled Jake's collar towards the large sliding doors.

The others followed in ressetion, and Haddon turned to Jake in confusion, as he was yet to move.

"I don't want to leave you here," he said, and Haddon's eyes widened as one of his hands grabbed hers; the other he positioned under her chin to make her look up at him.

She noticed that he was a good few inches taller than Zack, who she could easily look across of. Haddon also noticed how that three year old crush that she had thought finally died give a twitch.

"I meant it when I said you could live with me," he said as his grip on her fingers tightened and his hand moved to get lost in her hair.

"Jake," Hadon sighed as she took a step back from his tough, "If you really want me to be happy, just let me do what I want."

"That was so cliched," he said with a definite frown on his boyish face.

"Cliches are cliches because they're right, common occurrences. And that is what this is."

He shook his shaggy head as a smile finally cracked his face. "When did you get all intellectual and thoughtful?" he asked innocently.

Haddon glanced over to Booth and his large car they'd used to haul everyone here. His arms were crossed and he was looking at the two of them with obviously narrowed eyes; Haddon could practically hear his angry-beating heart right now.

But if he thought her being with one of her best friends from Montana was bad, wait until he learned that she was actually enamored with her best friend here.

"It happens when you live in a city," she finally managed to answer as she turned back to him.

His smile dimmed and he simply stared at her before a yell resounded behind them. Haddon looked around him and saw the others were waiting for him with frowns and exaggerated arm movements of needing to go to their terminal.

"You should get going," she said as he turned back to her.

Jake sighed before he grabbed his bag and hauled it over his shoulder.

And then Haddon suddenly saw it when he looked back at her, and it made her take a larger breath of air than initially anticipated.

He liked her.

Just like she had liked him for the longest time.

But when she heard the yells of their friends again, she realized that it was all behind them now. That she liked another, and that he was in a different place in his life than her (in more ways than one). And she expected to feel remorseful of something dying before it could live and she did, to an extent, but she felt more happiness at finally closing this problem in her life. And she saw as he lowered his gaze that he knew all this too.

"I'm sorry, Haddon," he sighed before he turned and began walking away.

She opened her mouth and her voice sailed as she stated with clarity and conviction, "Don't be sorry about anything; I'm not!"

She had yelled the statement before she had fully processed it. He turned around and smiled wide at her with a final wave, before he turned and didn't look back.

As she watched her group of friends run to catch up on time, Haddon realized that maybe she should listen to her heart more often, like she had just done.

Sometimes it wasn't as stupid, deaf and blind like usual if the circumstances were right.

- X -