"You be safe with my little girl!" Ron yelled as we sat down in Jacob's car.
"Your father is a character." Jacob laughed starting the car.
"If you think he's funny you should meet my mom." I said looking at him spinning my hair with my fingers.
"I would love to."Jacob said looking at me, he then placed the car in reverse to get out of the lot. Jacob had dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, and a very muscular body and for these reasons I could not stop starring at him. I laughed at his remark.
"So what were you doing across the street?" I looked back to Tank and gave him a command to sit.
" Well, that is my housing for the time being." He said looking directly at the road trying not to make eye contact with me.
"No it's not."I said looking at him. He looked back at me confused.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that you can stay with me, at my house, which by the way is back three houses." I say laughing. He hit his breaks and made a 'U' turn.
"Well thank you, thank you so much, are you sure this is okay?"
"Of course it is." I smiled "It really isn't that big of a deal."
"No it is. Thank you Tori." He said kissing my cheek. I blushed and some how manged to say, "right here." I pointed to my house, and he turned it to the driveway and pulled up near the garage. He shut off his car and smiled at me.
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letters from war.
RomansaDecember 4th 1954. I sprinted to the mailbox, in my bare feet making the cold wet snow even worse on my feet. As I got to the mailbox I waved thank you to the mailman and ran back in my little white house on the outskirts of Maine .I push open my d...
