"she could not make sense of the things that were meant for her, but she was drawn toit all. and when she was alone, she felt like the moon: terrified of the sky, but completely in love with the way it held the stars" - r.m. drake

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Becky dropped Freen off at her doorstep at midnight, much later than either woman intended, but they couldn’t be blamed.

It was incredibly easy to get lost in each other’s company.

With a gentle kiss and a promise to see her at Nita's practice the next day, Becky went back to her brother’s truck and Freen entered her home.

The foster mom did her best to creep upstairs as quietly as possible, knowing very well both girls would be asleep by now.

To her pleasant surprise, Freen found Engfa sitting up in her bed with the book that Freen had on her nightstand.

“How many times have I told you not to break curfew?” Engfa teased, shutting the book and tossing it back onto the nightstand. “How was the date?”

“Amazing,” Freen sighed, flopping onto the bed next to her friend and smiling giddily.

“Holy shit, I know that face! That’s your ‘I’ve been kissed’ face,” Engfa accused, sitting up with excitement.

“I think I found the most incredible woman in the world, Fa. She’s… she’s everything good about this world.”

“My god, you’re hooked,” Engfa said. “And wet?”

Freen furrowed her eyebrows before remembering her still slightly dampened hair.

“We went cliff jumping,” Freen said, shrugging about it casually despite how giddy it made her feel.

“You went cliff jumping?” Engfa asked, not believing a word out of her friend’s mouth.

“It wasn’t intentional. We were talking and then I told her about dad and I guess I decided that I wanted to jump into the ocean to spite Mae.”

“Why can’t you just go on a normal date like a normal person?” Engfa asked as she pinched the bridge of her nose. “Like really, you just have to let your chaotic energy shine through?”

“Totally worth it,” Freen said smugly, deciding that now would be a good time to change out ofher clothes and into some pyjamas.

“How were the girls?” Freen changed subjects as she unclipped her bra and threw on a new shirt.

“Good. Nita blew a fuse when Emily started asking me question at dinner but I got it under control,” Engfa explained, already moving to slide under the covers of the bed.

“And by under control you mean…”

“I convinced Nita to not drag Emily to their room.”

Freen nodded her head and went into the attached bathroom to wash her face.

“Sorry about that. She can be pretty intense when it comes to parenting Emily,” Freen explained as she lathered face wash onto her cheeks.

“No kidding. But I avoided being on the tail end of any hurtful comments, so 1 point to P'Fa.”

Freen laughed and finished up in the washroom before joining Engfa in bed and shutting off the light.

“I should warn you though, I sort of convinced Emily to tell me some of the things that Nita refuses to tell people.”

“Excuse me?” Freen asked, sitting up in bed and looking to Engfa with both shock and curiosity written all over her face.

“She said some passing comment about how Nita doesn’t like to eat homemade food, and I decided to roll with it and find out any other useful information.”

“She doesn’t like to eat homemade food?” Freen asked, shocked to be hearing this.

It would explain the small amounts the teen ate as well as the incredible amount of snacks she had to restock in the pantry during her grocery shopping trips.

“ Ka, Emily said it was because former foster parents used to put stuff in the food to make them sick. I wasn’t entirely sure what she meant. Anyways, Emily told me that Nita hates hearing too many noises so that’s why she listens to her music a lot; that she sometimes hides in the washroom to cry; and that yelling scares her – like a lot.”

Freen struggled to wrap her mind around this new information. She felt a variation of emotion regarding what Engfa said; guilt for keeping Nita's phone, and by default her music source, from her, concern regarding the crying in the washroom situation, and both fear and upset that all of their yelling matches were likely freaking the teen out more than it was satisfying her need to get in the last word.

“I’ve been fucking this whole thing up,” Freen sighed, rubbing her hands over her face as she continued to process.

“How were you supposed to know any of this? That girl keeps everything so pent up all the time, it’s impossible for you to have known.”

“Yeah, but it’s not like she’s invisible. This has been happening under my roof. I didn’t connect why she hardly ate the food I made; I took her phone which means she can’t listen to her music; I ignored the amount of times she locked herself in the washroom; and I lost my temper on several occasions and yelled at her. I’m such a shitty foster mom.”

“No, don’t say that,” Engfa said, sitting up so she can wrap Freen in a hug. “You’re still learning about the girls. And you respected their privacy enough to not go behind their backs for information. I talked to Emily because I thought some more info about Nita could make raising her a bit easier for you. Now that you know this stuff you can change some things up around here.”

“ Nita walks around here as though nothing can intimidate her. Do you think that deep down she’s been scared of me this whole time?” Freen asked, chewing her lip in apprehension.

“I think that if you peel away some of that girl’s layers, you’ll come to find that deep down she’s still a kid who needs a parent to care for her. It’s just that she’s buried it so much that she doesn’t even recognize it herself.”

Freen nodded. It would be hard, but Freen knew she had to try her best to not only show Nita that she cared but also encourage the girl to allow herself to be cared for.

-----

One month later…

Freen and Becky sat on their regular bench at the rink to watch Nita's practice.

Today, Charlotte had the beginner team play a mock game with each other, and Nita was racking in the goals.

This made for a proud coach, and an incredibly proud parent.

“She’s really improved,” Becky said, having caught the tail-end of a slapshot from Nita before returning to her braiding of Emily's hair.

“Do you think Charlotte will move her up a level for the next season?”

“Probably sooner. I’ve seen her take beginner girls up a level before the real tournaments start. If Nita keeps showing off like this I wouldn’t be surprised if Char moves her.”

“That would make her so happy. She’s been so great these last few weeks,” Freen enthused, cheering when Nita stole the puck from the other side.

“I’ve noticed. She’s been a lot less tense at school,” Becky observed, turning to smile at Freen. “Whatever you’re doing is helping. Even my Ma is impressed.”

“I’ve given her the space she needs but I’ve stopped indulging her constant need to pick a fight. It’s worked out surprisingly well,” Freen explained, to which the brunette nodded.

Becky tied off Emily's intricate braid and loving stroked the back of her head.

“All done, babygirl. Why don’t you go play with your friends?” Becky suggested, pointing to the group of younger kids that were chasing each other at the bottom of the benches.

“Is that okay, mama?” Emily asked, looking at Freen who smiled and nodded.

“Of course, Bubs. Just don’t go outside, okay?” Freen asked, making her foster daughter nod in agreement. “What do you say to Becky for braiding your hair?”

Emily got up and turned to Becky, wrapping the older woman in a hug before pulling away.

“Thanks, Becky,” Emily said, hurrying off with that.

Becky laughed at the thanks and shuffled closer to Freen. She wrapped her arm around Freen's, allowing Freen to nuzzle closer to her side.

“I think I should tell them about us,” Freen said, allowing herself to absentmindedly brush her fingers over Becky's hand. “ Emily adores you and with Nita improving so much I’m hoping she won’t freak out over me dating her English teacher.”

“You don’t have to rush to do anything you don’t want to,” Becky said, pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of Freen's head. “But I would love it if you all came to the big thanksgiving dinner my parents throw; and to do that we’re going to have to come clean to the girls.”

“You really want us to come?” Freen asked, sitting up and looking to Becky with an excited grin.

“I do. Besides, Engfa and Irin are coming, and we’re inviting a few more close friends. If everyone gets to bring their person, then I want to bring mine.”

“I’m your person?” Freen followed up, a blush rising to her cheeks.

“Only if you want me as yours.”

Freen nodded and pressed a kiss to Becky's lips, allowing herself to get lost in the moment for a bit.

“I’ll talk to the kids tonight, and you can definitely count us in for thanksgiving.”

“Ka,” Becky said, placing one more kiss to Freen's lips for good measure. “You can invite Khun Mae and Pete as well. Y’know, extending an olive branch, and what not?”

“I’ll think about it,” Freen said, despite already deciding that she wasn’t entirely prepared to bring her Mae into the picture that she was finding so perfect at the moment.

-----

Freen decided to treat the girls out to get some grilled burgers for dinner.

After Engfa brought Nita's eating habits to her attention, Freen made an effort to find healthy yet delicious take out options to offer the girls a few times a week.

It was working out well enough that Nita was eating full dinners unlike before.

It was as they were finishing up that Freen decided to tell her foster daughters about her and Becky.

“Hey, girls, I need to talk to you about something,” Freen said, making sure she got both girls’ attention before continuing. “So, as you know I’ve been seeing someone for the last month and a half.”

“Yeah,” Nita dully agreed, took another big bite of her remaining honey sesame chicken burger. “And?”

“I think it’ll be good for you to know who it is since we’re getting a bit more serious now. She’s even invited us to Thanksgiving dinner with her family.”

“Who is it?” Emily asked, using her fork to pickup a cheesy fries.

“It’s Becky,” Freen said, pausing to gouge the reaction of the girls.

Emily smiled instantly, knowing very well who Freen was talking about. Nita, however, took a minute to remind herself that Becky and Ms. Armstrong was the same person.

If looks could kill, Freen would be six feet under by the way Nita glared at her.

“I know it might seem weird, but Becky and I agreed to not let our relationship affect you-,”

“Is that why she moved my test to Friday last month?” Nita interrupted, to which Freen nodded.

“I asked her to look out for-,”

“And is she the reason why I’m playing hockey?”

“Yes, but only because I wanted-,”

“This is fucking ridiculous,” Nita interrupted once more, putting her burger down into the box and getting up. “I can’t believe you, Freen!”

“ Nita, this really isn’t something I want you to get upset about,” Freen said, doing her best to remain calm in the presence of the angry teen.

“I am upset! I’m fucking livid!”

“Please, not in front of Emily,” Freen said, motioning to Emily who was already covering her ears.

“Screw it. It’s not like I get a say in anything anyways. Y’know what? Enjoy Thanksgiving with your new little family. I’m not going.” Nita turned and started to head for the stairs, making Freen stand up to go after her.

“Wait, Nita. Just talk to me! What do you mean by 'new little family'? I want to understand.”

The two were now at the threshold of the girls’ room.

“Just- stop!” Nita yelled, making Freen stop in her tracks. “I don’t need you! I don’t fucking need you so leave me alone!”

Freen recoiled at not only Nita's anger but the sadness welling in her eyes as well.

“ Nita..,” Freen sighed starting to reach forward.

Before she could do anything, the door was slammed shut and they were divided once more.

Freen sighed and rubbed the back of her neck, deciding whether it was her place to knock on the door or leave the teen alone.

Before she could decide, Emily was wrapping her arms around her from behind and nuzzling into her back.

“I love you, Freen. And I love Becky too,” Emily said, making tears of relief well in Freen's eyes.

She turned in the child’s embrace and returned it tightly.

“Thanks na ka, my baby. I love you too na.”

Inside the room, Nita sat on the corner of her bed, her heavy metal music blaring through her ears, as she did her best to calm herself down from her panic attack.

-----

Becky hurried around her parents' house to help them prepare for the giant thanksgiving dinner.

Taran and Richie were busy setting the various sized tables that were combined to make one big one.

Charlotte was charged with setting up the buffet/potluck table. And Becky and Marima were putting up the playful décor that their Ma had grabbed from the dollar store earlier that week.

Araya and Sunny moved between their kids to help with the final preparations and to enjoy the fact that they got all five of them home for the first time in a while.

“ Honey, put the dogs outside,” Araya said, motioning to the two old English sheepdog  that were sleeping on the couch.

“They’re fine, dear.” Sunny waved off, to which Araya halted her current task just to glare at him.

“We’re going to have a six-year-old in this house very soon and I do not want the poor thing to have 200-pound dogs looming over her. They’ll be fine in the yard until things settle down in here.”

“Yes, dear,” Sunny sighed, making Becky and Marima snicker.

“Way to stand your ground, dad,” Marima said, patting their dad’s back as he walked past them.

“Thanks for thinking about Emily, Ma,” Becky said, to which Araya nodded.

“I’m excited to have a little one at these dinners. You adults can be so boring.”

“The holidays really brings out the kindness in you, doesn’t it, Ma?” Taran asked, having caught the tail end of the comment as she exited the dining room. “The table is all set up, by the way. All 19 settings!”

“I’m surprised we even had enough cutlery,” Richie commented as he followed Taran. “And chairs for that matter.”

“Thanks for the help, kids,” Araya said. “Now go get yourselves cleaned up. We have a party to throw.”

-----

Thirty minutes later the house was packed with almost all of their guests.

Engfa and Irin were the first to arrive, much to the pleasure of their partners.

Soon after, Babe and Billy made their appearance with a large stack of pies and a beers.

Billy was quick to fit back in with the five Armstrong kids as he grew up just down the street from them and determined from an early age that he was their sixth sibling.

After that, Taran introduced her family to Lisa, a beautiful woman that she had been seeing without any of them knowing for the last three months (much to everyone’s surprise).

Heng and Nam arrived soon after, their invitation coming as an extension to Irin's as the woman refused to spend the holiday without her brother.

Just after Sunny got drinks handed out, Freen and the girls arrived at the doorstep, two out of three of them seeming to be in happy spirits by Becky's analysis.

“ Becky!” Emily happily said when the woman opened the door, quickly hugging the woman around the waist.

“Hi, babygirl. I’m so happy you came,” Becky enthused returning the hug before stepping aside to let Freen and Nita inside. “Please make yourselves comfortable. Everyone’s just having some drinks and socializing before we serve dinner.”

“Thanks for inviting us, Bec,” Freen said, looking to make sure Nita wasn’t paying attention before she kissed Becky in greeting.

“I’m happy you’re here,” Becky said, nuzzling her nose against Freen's before wrapping an arm around her and leading her towards the living room.

Irin and Engfa were quick to flock their friend when she entered, leaving Emily and Nita standing nearby as if they needed permission to do something.

“Can I get you guys something to drink?” Becky asked, to which Nita shook her head in the negative – Freen really wasn’t kidding when she said that Nita refused to talk.

“Can I have sprite please?” Emily asked, a cheeky grin coming to her face.

“Should we ask Freen before we pump you full of sugar?”

Emily giggle and nodded, taking Becky's hand so they could check in with Freen before getting her drink.

Nita continued to stand by living room archway and fiddled with her finger to occupy herself. She quickly decided that she preferred to stand by herself than getting stuck in the mess of conversing adults.

Across the room, some of the less familiar adults noticed the teen standing alone.

“So that’s Freen's foster daughter,” Heng noted, having heard from his sister of the not so friendly teenager. “ Irin's shared some horror stories about her. Don’t get on her bad side.”

“Does she even have a good one?” Babe asked.

“Be nice na,” Nam said, giving her boyfriend and Babe a glare. “The poor thing looks so uncomfortable here.”

“Maybe we should get her something to drink?” Billy suggested.

“I’ve got this,” Sunny spoke up, having heard the others speaking about Nita. “I raised 4 foster kids, remember?”

Sunny left the drinks to approach Nita, doing his best to appear kind and welcoming despite his acting cool appearance.

“So, you must be the firecracker student my wife and daughter talk about,” Sunny said, making Nita look at him.

He recognized the fear that flashed through her eyes. It was the same one that all of his kids had when they first entered their home.

“I know big gatherings can be a lot to
handle. I don’t like them all that much myself. Would you prefer to sit somewhere quiet?”

Nita looked over the man unsurely, trying her best to pinpoint whether or not agreeing to go with him would end in disaster.

The noise of chatter was becoming all too much for the teen to handle, however, so she nodded her agreement and allowed him to lead her out of the living room and towards the kitchen.

“I’ve got two dogs, Gracie and Bon, and they are better company than any person I know. Are you okay with dogs?” Sunny asked, to which Nita nodded. “Good,” the man said, sliding open the door that led to the yard and exposing the two large dogs.

Nita's eyes widened briefly at the dogs sizes, but neither dog seemed overly excited, so she allowed herself to step out and get closer to them.

“That one is Bon and the other one is Gracie.”

Nita smiled as the large head of Gracie pushed into her hip as if she were asking to be petted.

“You’re welcome to sit out here and play with them until dinner,” Sunny offered, motioning to the patio furniture that Bon was already occupying.

Nita nodded once more that she liked that idea and moved to sit by the other dog, Gracie close on her heel in hopes of receiving more affection.

Sunny smiled at his slight success and let the girl enjoy her alone time.

When she was finally alone, Nita broke out into a wide smile and nuzzled her face against Gracie's, feeling the most content she had in a while.

-----

When everyone was about to move into the dining room, the doorbell rang once more, signaling the arrival of another guest.

Surprisingly, Irin was the one to rush to the door and open it, revealing an older woman and a little girl, no older than Emily.

It was the enthusiastic cry of “Aunty Irin!” that piqued Freen interest.

The foster mom looked into the foyer and watched Irin enthusiastically greet the both of them and pick the little girl up.

“Hey, Freen. Come meet my friend,” Irin encouraged, waving Freen over.

Freen approached and waved at the taller woman.

“ Freen, this is Chompoo Potida and her daughter Chompu Athita. P'Po, this is Freen.”

“Nice to meet you,” Potida greeted, gently smiling at Freen.

“Yeah, you too. How do you…?” Freen started to ask but faltered, not wanting to sound rude.

“ P'Po is my neighbor. She’s asked me to babysit Athita a few times and we became friends.”

Freen smiled to hide her slight jealousy. Irin was comfortably acting like Aunty Irin for her neighbor but refused to be in the same room as her own kids because Nita said something mean awhile ago.

“C’mon, I want you guys to meet my other friends,” Irin said to Potida, leading the woman past Freen and towards the living room.

Becky approached Freen who remained in the foyer in slight shock.

“Everything okay, babe?” Becky asked, giving Freen's hand a gentle squeeze.

“Yeah, Irin's just playing selective Aunty,” Freen snarked, making Becky raise her eyebrows inslight shock.

“Some more context please,” the short brunette requested, making Freen puff out a breath.

“I get it, Nita said something pretty shitty to her once, but it pisses me off just a bit that she’s acting like an aunt to her neighbour’s kid but doesn’t extend that to my kids too.”

“Maybe she has good reasoning,” Becky said, making Freen shake her head.

“ Irin's always been like this. Fuck up once and it’s nearly impossible to get back on her goodside.”

“Hey, let’s look on the bright side here. Emily gets to play with someone her own age tonight,” Becky said. “Not that Mari wouldn’t love to entertain her the whole evening, but I think it’ll be a lot more entertaining to have someone her own height around.”

“I won’t be bitter about it for now,” Freen said, pouting her lower lip slightly. “But that girl better explain this to me another day.”

Becky laughed and kissed Freen before nodding towards the kitchen.

“Why don’t you go get Nita for dinner? We’re going to sit down soon.”

Freen agreed and walked towards the back of the house while Becky returned to the living room.

-----

Dinner, much to Freen's relief, went by smoothly with her girls.

Nita silently ate and kept to herself (as always), and Emily happily chatted with Athita as the two girls shared their plates of food (despite the contents being the exact same).

It was entertaining to watch the Armstrong family interact. Freen could see how their personalities all interlocked so well.

Taran was the leader and the most headstrong of the bunch. Richie was the jokester and brought up more embarrassing stories than any of his siblings wanted to relive. Marima was the quiet, level headed one who mediated the conversations. Charlotte was excitable and carefree, just as the youngest should be. And Becky was the equalizer, the perfect middle child that complimented everyone’s personalities.

It was as Richie mentioned an embarrassing story of Taran experiencing a bad high on their last “adult camping trip” (much to the displeasure of both their parents), that something caught Freen's attention.

“It was an absolute disaster. Beck, do you remember how Heidi gave Taran that stick and insisted it was her anti-monster stick?” Charlotte asked, cracking up along with the rest of the adults at the memory.

Heidi.

Becky seem to frown slightly at the name but was quick to smile again.

Freen never heard of her before. She was most likely an ex of Becky's, but the way Becky reacted to the name made Freen's’ believe it was deeper than that.

The foster mom didn’t bother asking in the middle of the meal, nor did she mention it at dessert when Heidi was brought up yet again as Marima recounted a family Christmas trip to Krabi Island.

After the table was cleared and everyone pitched into the help clean up in the kitchen, the group returned to the living room to digest and enjoy each other’s company some more.

Nita returned to sitting with the dogs outside while Athita and Emily ran around the backyard andplayed on the old playground from the Armstrong kids’ childhood.

Freen excused herself to use the bathroom upstairs but got sidetracked at the sight of some pictures hung in the upstairs hallway.

There were pictures of the family together, and several of the kids individually. There were even scrounged up baby pictures of Becky and Charlotte that were old and frayed but still framed on the wall.

Freen stopped in her tracks when she saw one of Becky with another woman. They were both dressed in beautiful white dresses, and the date stamped onto the bottom corner went back 5 years.

Becky had been married – and even more shocking, the family kept a photo of it up in their hallway as if it were something they never wanted to forget.

Becky never mentioned anything about being married, or divorced for that matter.

“Shit,” Becky sighed out, having arrived at the top of the stairs to find Freen staring at the photo. “I meant to explain.”

“You’re married?” Freen asked, turning to look at Becky who was chewing her lip.

“It’s… come with me,” Becky said, approaching Freen and taking her hand to lead her to one of the bedrooms.

It was Becky's old one by the looks of it; left untouched after she moved out at the age of 20 (as per Becky's stories).

There was a picture of the same woman from the wedding photo on the nightstand, confusing Freen further.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Freen asked as she and Becky took a seat on the bed. “I know that someone’s history of exes doesn’t really matter, but I think a divorce is worth mentioning.”

“ Heidi and I never got a divorce. She died,” Becky said, deciding to tear the bandaid right off.

Freen paused, feeling a wave of sadness wash over her. She looked at the woman who was smiling in the photograph and could hardly fathom that she was gone.

“ Becky..,” Freen finally breathed out. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” Freen said, smiling weakly. “I should’ve told you sooner.”

“No, hey, you don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to.”

“I know,” Becky said, mulling over her next thought. “ Heidi was my first girlfriend. We met in high school. I asked her to marry me when we finished college and three years after that she died in a car accident,” Becky said, giving Freen the quickest explanation in hopes of keeping control over her emotions.

“I can’t imagine,” Freen sighed, brushing some of Becky's tears away.

“It was the worst experience I ever lived through. I swore I would never let myself fall in love again.”

“But… what changed?” Freen asked, starting to worry that their time spent together was only to satiate Becky's human desire for affection.

“You are so much like her. After our first date, all I could think about was how you were all the good things that I loved about Heidi. Your kindness, selflessness, bravery. I knew I would be an idiot if I didn’t let myself fall in love with someone like that again.”

“So this isn’t… you and I…?” Freen wasn’t sure how to go about asking if her and Becky were more than just two people who kissed every so often.

“I’m falling in love with you, Freen Sarocha Chankimha. I thought I made that clear at the hockey rink,” Becky said, smiling slightly at the concern etched on Freen's face.

The brunette couldn’t help but lean
closer to press her forehead against Freen's.

“Be my girlfriend,” Freen whispered, deciding that would be the only step they could take to ease her concerns about the legitimacy of their relationship.

“Say that again,” Becky hummed, making Freen laugh lightly.

“Please, Rebecca, be my girlfriend.”

“Yes,” Becky agreed, pressing her lips against Freen's.

Deep down, both women were finally relieved to have a proper status. It made everything more real, and it felt so right.

-----

Downstairs, the festivities continued.

No one seemed to pay much mind to the disappearance of Freen or Becky; and if they did, they could only hope that something inappropriate wasn’t going on in any of the bedrooms.

In the midst of conversing with her siblings and their partners, Charlotte excused herself to get something from the kitchen. Instead of stopping there, however, the woman continued through into the backyard where she found Nita laying out flat on the outdoor furniture with Bon on top of her legs and Gracie on the ground with her head rested on the edge of the seat.

“Hey, kid,” Charlotte greeted, making Nita sit up quickly in fear of getting in trouble.

“How’re these two guys treating you?” Charlotte asked as she took a seat on a single and reached down to pet Gracie.

Nita didn’t offer much aside from a shrug, allowing Charlotte to continue.

“You’ve been doing incredibly well during practice. I’ve been looking for someone with your amount of speed and precision and I think you would be great on my intermediate team.”

Nita stared at her coach in slight shock, not entirely sure where Charlotte was taking this.

“If you’re interested in playing some real games and getting more competition at your level, I would love to offer you a spot on the team starting next week.”

Nita blinked once. And then twice.

“Why me?” she finally asked, breaking her weeklong silence. Her voice was a lot scratchier than expected.

“You’ve got spirit in you, kid. I coach a lot of players of different skill levels but you are the first one to have that much natural drive. Some players work their asses off for years to get there emotionally, but you were there from day one. I would be honored to have you playing on my intermediate level.”

Nita smiled and eagerly nodded.

“I’ll do it. Thank you, P'Char.”

“That was all you, Nita. The only one to thank here is yourself. I’ll see you at practice on Tuesday,” Charlotte gave Nita's knee a gentle squeeze before getting up and leaving the teen alone again.

Nita sighed happily and flopped back on the couch to stare at the shining moon.

She couldn’t help the small giggle of pride she released as she recounted her conversation with Charlotte.

Somebody thought she was actually worth something and wanted her. It’s been a long time since Nita felt that way.

To be continued...

A/N:

Richie Armstrong

Irin Urassaya

Sunny Suwanmethanont

Heng Asavarid

Looknam Orntara

Billy Patchanon & Babe Tanatat

Bon and Gracie