The night had carried on with Grandma and me watching some Hallmark movie she loved and Lin was working in the parlor. An occasional groan could be heard along with coming out into the kitchen to get a chocolate from the candy jar. The night was very nice, but most definitely the calm before the storm.

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I woke up to the sunlight trickling through the basement windows. I had had a dream of Ava and I making magnificent ice cream cones and shoving them upside down into a paper bag for no apparent reason at all. I'm not sure what that was about, but I just ignored it and attempted to get out of the couch. In my sleep the cushions had pushed away from the back and I had woken up in the crevice of the couch.

Eventually I got out of the fissure and headed upstairs to the kitchen. There was food encased in glass dishes on the stove. The usual eggs, sausage, and grapes. There was a yellow post-it note next to it, it read:

Lark or Lin, whoever manages to roll out of bed first, I had an appointment at ten and won't be back until two, after my hour of church. There's chips in the pantry and cookies in the freezer if you need an afternoon snack.

Despite grandma's habit of forgetting, she, like any grandmother, loved to give cookies to her grandchildren. Well, she bought them, cooking wasn't among her skills. But she could remember the of clients and where and when she sold them their house.

I pulled out two small plates out of the cupboard and dished up portions for both Lin and I. I set those aside and toasted the bagels in the toaster left on the counter. I reached over the container for a chocolate covered mints and ate one. 

"Comida!" Lin exclaimed when he walked into the kitchen wearing his Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles pajama pants and a white wifebeater.

"Yes, food," I handed him his plate, "the bagels should be done soon."

"Thank you," Lin said and began looking for the silverware drawer.

"It's the first one perpendicular to the stove."

"Gracias," Lin found the drawer and slid it open. He pulled out two forks and handed me one. The toaster pinged and I plucked out the bagels. Lin handed me a butter knife and I spread the vegetable cream on them. We sat down at the stools at the bar.

"Did you get anything done last night?" I asked referring to his late night composing.

Lin shrugged, "I finished one,but the other one? I can't quite get the line right." 

"Want me to help you later?" I asked stabbing eggs onto my fork.

"At this point, maybe, but I wanna go out," Lin bit into his bagel.

"You want to go out tonight?" I smirked and raised my eyebrows meaningfully.

Lin pointed his fork at me smiling, "First of all, that Rent reference was beautiful. Second of all, do you really want to hear my falsetto as I sing that song."

I just laughed imagining Lin raising his eyebrows and attempting to get out the high notes. I know I sometimes felt that way in choir. Soprano was usually easy to memorize, but the notes can get way up there, and my training during seventh and eighth grade was as an alto.

"Where would you like to go?" Lin asked, removing me from my mental images. I really wasn't sure where I wanted to go. Madeline was probably sleeping in, or taking care of Leo, so I didn't want to disturb them. I'd see them at the wake tonight anyways. Maybe I'd go by my home....

"Can we go by my house? I haven't seen it since I was eleven.." I drifted off, not really sure what'd he say.

"Oh," he seemed surprise, "Of course, I'd love to see where mi Alondra grew up," Lin cleaned his hands with a napkin.

I smiled brightly, thinking of the familiar blue house I've always known, "Yay!"

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Lizbeth's red car pulled into the wide, concrete driveway. The sun shone off the cherry red hood, blinding me for a moment. It was about one and it was hot enough to cook an egg on the sidewalk.

"I don't understand," Lin said, ducking into shotgun.

I settled in behind him and looked for the buckle within the black interior. "What don't you get?"

"It was like spring yesterday, like I wore a jacket, now it's 97 degrees," Lin answered shaking his head.

Lizbeth started pulling out of the driveway, "That's Nebraska for you."

"It's because we don't have oceans. Water has a huge heat capacity that helps regulate temperatures," I supply him with random knowledge from Physical Science.

"And there's the Vanessa," Lin said smiling.

Lizbeth looked confused until she remembered who Vanessa was.

"Reminds me of Lucas," Liz said lightly, remembering I recalled all the times I had yelled at Lucas to shut up. I wished I hadn't, as I'd never hear his voice again. 

"So where'd you grow up?" Lin asked, vanishing the heavy topic. I wrapped any emotion that had slipped out away, hoping to never see it again.

"Woodland Park, it's a suburb type place that's about three miles out of town. Technically part of town, but in separate counties. Sometimes claimed by the city, sometimes not," I give him the basics. It was kinda hard to explain how Woodland Park felt like it's own town. A town within a town. Kinda like Manhattan in New York City. Maybe Lin would get it.

"Sounds cool," Lin said leaning back in the front seat.

"What's with the twitter?" I asked trying to keep up the conversation.

"Um, I gave a good morning tweet after breakfast," Lin said, pulling up the app. I mirrored his actions and waited for my feed to show up. I scrolled through some stuff, mostly from kids from school. I didn't have very many friends, Aya was my only close friend. I looked up to see LIn video taping me and smiled.

"Oh okay," I laughed at the randomness, "Is this for Twitter?"

Lin clicked the video off, "Nope, sending it to V, she was asking if you we're okay."

My heart blossomed at the thought of Vanessa caring for me. Sometimes I felt she just dealt with me because she loved Lin. Then again, I often thought everyone just dealt with my existance.

"Ask how Sebastian's doing," I requested.

"Already did," Lin replied, "Vanessa said he didn't sleep through the night."

"How old is he?" Lizbeth asked, turning the wheel.

"A little over a year and six months," Lin answered.

Liz whistled, recalling when Mason, her son, was that age. He will be turning seven in June. I still lived here at the time, I was eight. Liz turned down a very familiar street and my gaze flickered to the street sign: Market Place. My home street. Excitedly, I sat up. We past a red house, a tan house, and then there was my house...or what was left of it.

The tree I climbed more times then I'd liked to admit was gone, and so was the little flower garden around it. The cracked driveway had been re-cemented, and the railings on the stairs was redone. Most shockingly, the baby blue siding had been replaced to a light tan brown. The metal door had been replaced with a nicer, dark brown, one with a glass covering door. The scene felt wrong and gave me a wrong sense of deja vu. I KNEW this house, but it did not know me anymore. With that, I realized that this wasn't my home anymore. I didn't know the people inside. This was the only home that my brothers new of, it was the home my childhood had flourished and died in. But they were now just haunting memories of whispers from the past.

"This is it?" Lin asked, not feeling the same loss I did.

"Yeah," I say softly, my thought were disorganized.

"It looks nothing like it used to," LIz said softly. Maybe she felt the same loss I did, she had grown up here, also. I remember walking across the street with her to visit her friend. We teased Lucas together. Lucas and her fought all the time...

"Maybe you guys could show me a picture sometime?" Lin asked, noticing our lost expressions.

"Yeah, that sounds good," I reply. Trying to play my feeling off.

"Yeah," Liz said slowly. She put the car in drive and we left my old home behind. Me feeling as lost as ever.

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I really like this chapter as it creates another problem for Lark as she figures out the meaning of home and what is her home. I'm sorry for the stalled update, but schoolwork comes first. Thank you for reading!

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