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I was realizing a little too late that I had no idea what to wear to a wedding.

I knew Elio would have helped me if I asked, but I didn't want to bother him, not when I knew wedding planning took a lot of work. This was something I could do on my own, even if I felt strange and uncomfortable doing so. All it required was a bit of confidence.

Normally I was pretty confident. I didn't care what people thought of me for the most part and I wasn't embarrassed to try new things, but as I stood outside of the store that sold suits and ties, I felt terribly out of place. I felt very young and very inexperienced and I knew if I walked inside on my own, the people who worked there would laugh at me behind their hands and probably try to sell me something I couldn't afford.

With a sigh, I rubbed my hands over my face and took a deep breath, trying to steel myself. I could do this. I wasn't going to run away.

I was convinced of this right up until I saw Lisbeth's reflection in the window and then I turned so quickly I almost fell over a woman walking her dog directly behind me. With a quick, but profuse apology for her, I stepped away from the store and moved in Lisbeth's direction, absolutely grateful for this save.

"Hi," I said, a little breathless. "I'm really glad to see you."

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Lisbeth was coming to visit me at the Home today.

I had told her weeks ago that she could and I was excited that she was coming, not because I thought the Home was anything particularly special, but because I knew it would make her feel better about the fact that I had to live here. I didn't mind it, but I liked being around my friends and so close to Eddie, even if they had made us move into separate rooms now. I knew Lisbeth had bad associations with places like this, though, and I wanted to make it easier for her.

Truthfully, I liked that she was worried. It meant she cared and for such a long time, I had been the one taking care of everyone else, so it was nice that now someone wanted to look after me.

I spent the morning tidying up my area of the shared bedroom, making sure my bed was made neatly, the lion Eddie had given me for Valentine's Day sitting proudly on the pillow. My books were stacked on my bedside table, my clothes and shoes stored away where they were meant to. I couldn't make the other boys clean up if they didn't want to, but I was pleased with how my space looked.

More than anything, I wanted for her to be comfortable that I was here. No, that wasn't entirely true. More than anything else, I wanted her and Eddie to like each other. I had promised Eddie she was really cool, although he had looked skeptical when I told him about her motorcycle, and so I had just kissed him and promised he would like her.

I was waiting for her now, sitting on the steps in front of the Home with my phone in my hands, wondering what we would do today. Maybe I could convince Eddie to take a ride on her motorcycle. I laughed as I thought about that, knowing it wasn't likely, but that didn't mean I wouldn't try.

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It hadn't been difficult, just like I said.

Only a week after first meeting Lisbeth, I was heading out of the Home to see her again, Tim's cell phone nestled safely in my jacket pocket. Lifting it had been easy, mostly because I had spent a few days watching his habits and discovered his tendency to leave his phone on whatever flat surface was handy, especially when one of the girls had drawn his attention. Sometimes hours later I would see him patting down his pockets and rushing around the Home looking for where he'd left it and this worked well in my favour.

I had the phone now. I didn't really understand what Lisbeth was going to do with it, but since I knew she was going to be helping me, I also didn't really find myself worried about understanding the details. My mother had once told me it took a self-aware person to recognize the strength in others and to let them help you. It was one of the few memories I had of my mother and I wanted to make her proud.

We were meeting at a coffee shop a few blocks from the Home. I still didn't drink coffee and thought it rather vile, but I knew a lot of kids went to this particular shop and it wouldn't look out of the ordinary for me to be there. So I picked a seat not too close to the windows, but not hidden away in the back either.

If I saw anyone from school and they asked what I was doing, I already had a story prepared. In history class, we had been tasked with the assignment of doing a biography on someone we found interesting. I was going to tell them I was interviewing Lisbeth and only part of that would be a lie. I did find her very interesting.