could not believe it myself. My mom sat me down the day before and told me that she had met her Prince Charming and fallen in love. I had no idea what that meant. I just knew that she was happy and I wanted it to stay that way."
"Too bad that it did not."
Brian massaged his chin. "They still love each other."
"Daisy saw that point in the conversation as the perfect place to interject and ask a question that had been plaguing her.
"So you think love is like that? You think that love lasts and endures through hurt and pain and people essentially growing apart?"
"Yes, I do. I think that our parents will be fine. You know, I've read somewhere that some couples have to be with one another every second of the day and that some couples can deal with the space. Maybe they are the ones that can deal with the space."
Daisy rolled her eyes. "You have got to be insane. No couple deals with space. They create the space and then have to fight through it or end things."
Brian was leaning against the counter, seemingly interested in her perspective. "So what do you think happened between them?"
Daisy shrugged, folding her hands behind her back. "I don't know. They still speak to one another often. As a matter of fact, they meet for dinner twice a week. It's all so confusing."
"I don't think that it has to be so confusing. It could all be pretty simple. But people make it complicated."
"Love is complicated," she replied.
"It should not be. It should be easy. I love you. You love me. We live happily ever after. What is so complicated about that?"
Heart racing, Daisy stormed out of the kitchen. Her mind was playing tricks on her. Was he saying that he loved her or was he using that as an example?
"Is there something that you want to tell me Daisy?"
"No," she replied. She tried to refocus by sitting on the couch and turning on the television. As far as she was concerned, Brian had overstayed his welcome. She folded her legs and flipped through the channels.
As Brian approached her, it felt like her heart was going to leap right out of her chest. He sat down next to her so that they were eye level. Resting his hands on his knees, he turned to her.
"Are you sure that we don't have anything else to talk about, Daisy?"
She shook her head, trying not to look in his direction. "Nothing. Thanks for coming over and fixing breakfast."
Brian twisted his lips, then opened his mouth as if he was about to make a comment. He stopped and stood up abruptly.
"Fine. I'll see you later at dinner."
"What are you talking about? What dinner?"
"My mom is having us all over for dinner since I'm in town. Tonight. Will you be there?"
"I guess so. I was bound to get the invitation sooner or later." She could not believe that her father or even Tracey, had not called her personally to say anything to her about the dinner.
"I told them that I was coming over here for breakfast so I would let you know."
"So they know that you came by this morning?" A feeling of frustration washed over her.
"What's the big deal? Why would I not mention that?"
He just did not get it. And Daisy was not sure that he would ever get it.
"I guess I'll see you later at dinner." Their eyes met before Daisy turned her attention back to the television. All she wanted right now as for him to leave. She knew that if she sat there long enough in silence, he would.
When he walked out and closed the door behind him, she was happy that for once, he got the point.
Chapter 3
As soon as the door closed, Daisy started throwing couch cushions across the room. Brian had the ability to be both exasperating and likeable at the same time. It was something that she had been dealing with since childhood. They met right at the peak of puberty. There was awkwardness, hormones, and unnecessary attitudes that came along with developing in to teenagers.
The curiosity came after that. They were in high school when they discussed the fact that they were not truly related and that an attraction
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