―❝ I'm in a field of dandelions. Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine. And I see forever in your eyes. I feel okay when I see you smile, smile.❞
OR
―❝she's an up and coming author and he's a star athlete- two completely different people wh...
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Brylee couldn't believe it. Her mom and Shawn were getting married. It almost didn't seem real. They were engaged! The family was so happy for them and couldn't wait until the wedding. It was finally happening. But she understood why Maya was still hesitant and didn't want to get her hopes up. Part of her felt the same way. She didn't want her sister or the rest of her family to get their hearts broken if something did happen. But part of her hoped that maybe, just maybe, this time it would work out.
She was currently pacing in her room, chewing on her nails. Her window was open, but she didn't even realize Bennett had came through the window. He had his hands in his pockets, watching her pace. Concern filled his gaze and he sighed. He knew she had been worried about the wedding, but he didn't think it was this bad.
"You're gonna wear a hole into the floor if you keep pacing like that." Bennett teased, trying to lighten the mood.
"Oh." Brylee stops pacing and turns around. She hadn't noticed him there and his voice had caught her off guard. "I didn't hear you come in." She mumbled, rubbing the back of her neck.
"What, no remark?" Bennett asks with surprise, raising his eyebrows. "You must really be worried if you don't have anything to say."
"Well, yeah." She shrugged, glancing away and continuing to chew on her nails. A new habit she had picked up on.
"What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" He questioned, walking over and grabbing her hand gently. Her heart fluttered at his words and soft touch and butterflies swarmed in her stomach at seeing the concerned look on his face that was also filled with care and love.
"I'm worried. About the wedding. About my mom. About Maya. I just- I don't want them to get hurt. They've had enough hurt." She explained, letting out a breath and running a hand through her hair.
"What about you?" He asked, his question catching her off guard.
