Cameron's POV
"Mitchell," I groaned, pushing him away. "You have to go to school.”
"Are you sure I can't skip?" he asked. We were both in my room, on my bed and he was using my chest as his pillow.
"Yes. Because then all of them will want to skip," I deadpanned and he scowled.
"You know, your mother's been avoiding this place like it's the plague," he said and I frowned. Yes, I was aware. Did I know why? No, not really.
"Dad's s**t is coming in today, so she probably wants to avoid watching him move back in," I said and he nodded.
"Wait, that means Iowa is starting school."
"Yup. Today. With you idiots. Treat him nicely will ya?" I said as I kissed his head. "He's a nice kid. Just . . . "
"Mute."
"Yeah," I said, softly.
"Have you never heard him speak?" he asked and I shook m
