All Kinds Of Kinds~Miranda Lambert

Weird

Miranda POV
"Kyle." I smirked. He had just told me where he was the night I thought he was standing under her window.

He had no idea what I was talking about. He didn't even sound like he was lying. "Now tell me." She shook her head and closed in on herself.

While I was still a bit angry with her, I was more concerned. "What's with the random rock collection on your window? And I know it's not Kyle." I narrowed my eyes.

"Fine. I keep having these random notes show up; but I've destroyed all of them. I didn't want you to know, because I figured you'd call the police and whoever is threatening to harm us will hurt us." I leaned back against the bed, thinking.

I yawned. "Why don't we just go to bed and talk about it in the morning? It will all turn out okay." I promised, hoping I could protect her.

I walked her upstairs and shut her door after giving her a hug. What was I going to do?