It Starts with Us by Colleen Hoover

Josh nods like he’s in complete agreement. “The teachers at school talk
like we have to decide on one thing we love and stick with it, but I want to do
a hundred things.”
I love how animated he is right now. He reminds me so much of a younger
Atlas. “Like what?”
“I want to be a professional fisherman. I don’t know how to fish, but it
sounds fun. And I want to be a chef. And sometimes I think it would be fun
to make a movie.”
“Sometimes I dream of selling my flower shop and opening a clothing
boutique.”
“I want to make pottery and sell it at fairs.”
“I’d like to write a book someday.”
“I want to be the captain of a ship,” he says.
“I think it would be fun to be an art teacher.”
“I think it would be fun to be a bouncer at a strip club.”
I sputter laughter at that, but I’m not the only one laughing. Josh and I
glance up at Atlas, who is leaning in the doorway, laughing at our
conversation.
I’m relieved to see him in a better mood than the one his mother left him
in. Atlas smiles at me warmly.
“Lily made us breakfast,” Josh says to him.
“I see that.” Atlas walks over and kisses me on the cheek, then picks up a
piece of bacon and takes a bite.
“Kind of sucks,” Josh mutters in warning.
“Don’t insult my girlfriend or I’ll stop cooking for you.” Atlas steals the
last slice of bacon off Josh’s plate.
“These eggs are great, Lily,” Josh says with fake enthusiasm.
I laugh while Atlas takes a seat next to me. As much as I want to spend the
entire day here with him, I’ve already stayed longer than I intended.
It also feels like he and Josh have a lot to work out today.
“I have to go,” I say regretfully. Atlas nods, and I scoot back from the
table. “I’m gonna go grab my stuff.” I walk to the bedroom, but I don’t close
Atlas’s door, so I hear their conversation as I’m packing my bag.
Atlas says, “You feel like taking a road trip today?”
“Where to?” Josh asks.
“I found your dad’s address.”