"ugh, him. why him?" i whisper to myself as he walks over to me with a smirk on his face
"nick wants too know what you want from mcdonald's" chris asks while sitting next to me on his bed
i grew up with the sturniolo triplets it all started in 7th grade when nick asked too sit with me at lunch and ever sense then we all just became bestfriends and i've always had a little thing for chris i mean he's my bestfriend but when ever i'm around him i just can't seem to get that smile out of my head.
"just get me a happy meal or something" i say as i look at the brown haired boy
" will you please drive me matt doesn't feel like driving" he asks in a begging tone
nick and chris refuse too get their license for some odd reason
"why don't you just get your license like everyone else are age" i ask chris
"why would i get my license when i could just have you and matt drive me around" he says with a small smile, the damn smile.
"fine whatever" i say giving up on the full conversation
when we get in the car chris turns his head too look at me "you know you look really pretty today" he says making full eye contact with me
see he does things like this and expects every girl too not fall for him
"just play some music chris" i say trying to not to let my body take over and just kiss him
"fine, jeez" he says in a defensive tone
on the drive to mcdonald's we blast some lil skies and have some random side conversations
"you know you're the first girl that i know that actually listens too little skies"
"because he's the best" i say while we pull up to mcdonald's "what do you want?"
"a happy meal with chicken nuggets and a diet coke" he says with a childish smile on his face
"your like a seven year old trapped in an eighteen year old body" i say laughing at the brown haired boy
after eating our mcdonalds and listening to more lil skies i drop chris off at his house and go back home, the one place i never wanna be. my moms never home because after my dad died she became an alcoholic who parties every single
day. my dad was kinda the glue to my family i mean i don't have any siblings so when he died it was just me and my mom but she won't even talk to me anymore. i miss my dad, i miss the happiness he would bring too my family and the way he would always ask what's wrong but mostly the happiness he would bring too me.
AUTHORS NOTE!!
this fucking suck i know and i'm sorry i have not idea what to do with this yet but i'm trying
