Then I straight of asked her if she wants to kiss and she got angry and said I will tell your mother, I got scared but I kept insisting and getting cl...ser to her trying to kiss her, she stopped me and said if u come closer I will slap u and tell your mother so I got away but kept asking please. Then she said no you have grown up in front of me and you’re like a child to me so never ask me this again. I left her then and thank god the next morning she was acting normal with me and acted like. I ignored the blood from my mouth, steeling myself for the inevitable clash. There was a twisted smile on Kyle and Fraser’s face, one that was reflected in my own, for you never feel as alive as you do when you’re in a fight. A creak of floorboard. A ticking of the clock. A moment of silence. Then, with a roar, we rushed at each other, to settle this feud once and for. Maybe I could have helped somehow."I pulled her tighter into my arms. "Mickey, there wasn't a thing you could have done. Now that you are here, maybe you can help her out. I don't know how, but maybe we can think of something."We sat there holding each other, her thoughts obviously on her sister and mine on how to make her feel better. In the end, neither one of us accomplished our goal.We ended up going back to her parents' house. This time I went in with her. Her mother invited us in and we. With nothing to conceal him in the open courtyard beyond the wall, Morgan jogged in a crouch toward the house, his carefully placed footfalls making almost no sound.Glancing through a nearby dingy window, he saw furniture covered in plastic. The disrepair of the home's exterior and the disuse within the room encouraged Morgan rather than discouraging him, however. He'd seen the opulence of the inhabited portion of the house through his binoculars often enough.Snapping open a knife, he pressed.