But mine
It’s no one’s fault
But mine
I know, I know, I know
I left you no choice but to wait some time
Rocks crumble, earth splits open
Everything was just fine until we were
Running out of time
You don’t seem to mind, you just keep on hopin’
That it’ll be put back together
Even no stormy weather can
Make me change my mind
It’s just a fault line, love
And it’s no one’s fault but mine
9
“Um,” I don’t know how to answer that with Dean standing right there, it’s not exactly a secret but I’m not sure if it’s something I should be openly admitting to his family—but Sierra seems to have figured it out anyway. “Yeah.” I say.
“What the hell!” She exclaims excitedly, throwing her hands in the air, gushing about Andy. “I love, love Andy’s music! Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”
“Sierra—” Dean starts to scold her on my behalf.
“Andy’s album is like, the biggest thing on social media right now. He’s like all the trending sounds and videos.” Sierra swoops in to give me a hug. She squeezes me fiercely, her hair in my mouth. “I can’t believe I’m meeting someone like you.”
“Thank you,” I tell her softly. I’m glad she’s happy.
“Sierra, please,” Dean scolds. “Be polite.”
“It’s okay, really,” I give them both a soft smile, signaling to Dean to let it go. Snow is beginning to fall once more. “Let’s just go inside now? It’s cold.”
“Oh, yeah,” Sierra pulls out her key and pushes Dean aside. “Shush. We don’t want to wake up Mom.” She’s nearly silent and despite trying to open it as slowly as possible, the door swings with a loud creak.
I tiptoe behind Dean and Sierra through the chilly house, through complete darkness. I’m dying to snoop, but I have no idea where I am. I’m about to say something when Sierra whispers to keep quiet. We reach a staircase and the stairs creak louder than the door as we ascend, but once we reach the landing at the top, Sierra flips on a light and grins.
“We made it. I bet Mom didn’t even roll over,” Sierra whispers. “She’s asleep downstairs.” She tells me.
“Come on, go to bed now,” Dean ushers Sierra to get it together.
“Hold on,” She says, turning in the tight hallway.
“Here’s a towel in case you want to take a shower.” Sierra hands me a fresh towel from what must be their linen closet. “Just use my stuff. Whatever’s in there.”
Dean rummages through the linen closet with her. “Where’s the sheets?”
“Here.” She points to a pile at the bottom. Dean crouches down, exposing a bit of his bare
