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tonight.
    “Listen, Joe,” Tristan began hesitantly, trying to find the right words. “About last night … I’m sorry. I was out of line. I shouldn’t have said the things I said—”
    “Tristan, it’s all right,” I said, cutting him off. “Seriously, it’s okay. I shouldn’t have gone to meet him yesterday. You were right, I act like a doormat sometimes.”
    “No, Joe. I was upset, I didn’t mean …” He passed a hand over his black hair in frustation. “Listen, you’re not a doormat. You have a good heart and you were just trying to help. You always try to help people. You’re a good person, I should never have turned it into a bad thing. It was wrong of me, I’m sorry. Can you forgive me?”
    I hugged him tight. “I’m glad you’re not mad at me any more,” I whispered. He shifted so he was facing me, our noses touching.
    “Love you,” I whispered, giving him a light peck on the lips.
    “I love you too, Buttons.” And he came back for a longer, deeper kiss.
    Tristan and I had been together for three years, give or take, but his kisses still made me melt under his lips. I’d thought it was something that only happened at the beginning of relationships, that this euphoric feeling would eventually pass when we got used to each other, and we’d settle down and sail into calmer waters, but he still managed to cause havoc inside of me.
    “Now, come on. Let’s get you lunch. If we don’t hurry, we’ll miss it, and you’ve already missed breakfast. At this rate you’ll end up a skeleton,” he said, standing up and extending his hand to me.
    “Why eat if we can survive on luuuurve?” I teased, pinching his side.
    “Yeah, yeah. You can love
and
gobble down some food at the same time, buttercup. Let’s go,” he said, tugging me downstairs.
    “Got her to wake up, then?” Jarvis asked as we passed him on our way to the store.
    “Hey, Jarvis. Yeah, it’s really hard to wake Sleeping Beauty here,” Tristan joked, interlacing his fingers with mine and pulling me along.
    The drive home was quick afterwards and we soon arrived at the house’s front lawn. I dropped my bags loudly on the floor as soon as I stepped inside.
    “Honey! I’m home!” I shouted to the air.
    Tristan came up behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder. His warm breath tickled the side of my face.
    “I’m right here, you don’t need to shout!” He chuckled and gave me a kiss behind my ear. “Good to be home,” he murmured, surveying the living room.
    Here we were: home sweet home.
    Or as we liked to call it: “The Lost Boys Headquarters”.
    The Lost Boys Headquarters was a big, comfortable, two-storey house with six bedrooms – one for each Lost Boy – two guest rooms for visitors, a small but comfortable kitchen, a big, airy living room, music room – plus our private studio – and a small gym.
    Mr. Silver had arranged the living situation for us. Putting us all under the same roof kept things a lot easier and also saved time; things were a lot faster to organize with everybody in the same house. It sure made Becca’s life a lot easier, too.
    We’d been sharing the house for three years and I lovedhaving the boys as room-mates. I was already used to sharing living quarters with Seth and Tristan from our last year of school; the only difference now was that we had Sam, Harry and Josh along with us. Living with them was amazing and the most fun I had ever had! We all respected each other’s space and moods, so if someone was a little cranky, we tried to leave them alone; if someone was sad, we tried cheering them up; and if someone was happy, we all celebrated together. We took care of each other.
    Also, we weren’t in Esperanza any more. We lived in the same city as the base for our record label.
    But the best part of living here? It was miles away from all our moms!
    I mean,
really
far away. Don’t get me wrong, I love my mom, as well as the boys’ parents, but