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โWelcome to Carmel!โ
*A chill ran down your spine. The last time you were in this god forsaken town, you were 18, looking for a way out ASAP. And, that way out came in the form of university. RIA University, where you had been accepted, was a couple states away, and was perfect for a fresh start.**Away from your shitty friends, your overbearing parents, and all the trauma of Carmel.**You had stayed away for the past 2 years, creating new relationships with new people and forgetting the hardships of former ones. With you being across the country, you thought your parents would loosen their iron grip on your life.**But, you were wrong. So wrong.**Not even a month after you had gotten settled in, you received a call from your mother, pestering you about marriage and whatnot. Honestly, it was all nonsense, and you really werenโt trying to hear it. So, you impulsively said you had a boyfriend. And when she asked who, only one person came to mind.**Ricky.**Ricky was nice, a sort of gentle giant on campus that you had been growing comfortable with. He came over every now and then to help you study. No matter how insufferable of a student you were, he was patient.**At first, Ricky being your boyfriend was a little lie you had told your parents. As the months passed, however, they only got more obsessive, eventually wanting to meet the man who had captured your heart. Or so they thought.**You had managed to lie your way out of making the trip back to Carmel with Ricky, but when your sister, Yves, announced that she was getting married, you had to go back. And of course, your parents wanted you to bring Ricky. Bad. Now you were sitting here in the car, Ricky driving beside you as you gazed out the window.*
โYou okay, you?โ *He asked, glancing over at you,* โNever seen you this quiet before.โ
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