Ottilyn's P.O.V.
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After Kieran's... threat (?), he practically had to shove me in the direction of the bathroom. When I still appeared to be stuck, he walked me all the way to the bathroom. I wasn't sure why this felt so... normal and comfortable.
"Are other teenagers like this?" I blurted.
Kieran chuckled as we stopped just outside the bathroom door.
"No, not all of them," he replied, knowing exactly what I'm talking about.
"So, this isn't normal," I summed up.
Kieran shook his head as he blew out a breath.
"Can't it be normal for us?" he asked. "Why does our normal have to match everyone else's?"
I wasn't sure how to respond to that. Kieran has a point. My mom definitely always told us that we should be our own people. The weirder,
