"Babe?"
"Yea Harry?" I say groggily, lifting my head of the pillow.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine Harry." I say. "Why?"
"Just making sure."
I looked at Harry. His green eyes glowed.
"What time is it?" I asked.
"Like, Eleven." He replied.
"PM?"
"Yep."
"I gotta get to work!" I jump out of the bed and run to Harry's dresser.
"Aww. Why can't you stay babe?"
I pull a green sweater out of the top drawer.
"You know why."
"I'll drive you there."
Five minutes later, we pull up at Tru Mu, the ice cream shop I work at. My dad was waiting by the door.
"Stay here." Harry commanded me, and stepped out of the car.
"NO!"
I pulled on the handle. Harry had locked me in the car.
