*Sequel* What would it be like to be the patriarch of a family of eight boys? Christopher knows all too well.
His parents were out of the picture at a young age, and since then, he's been in charge of the family.
He's raised his brothers as if they...
It was the last week of college before winter holidays began.
Teddie walked down the hallway, not really looking up, just focusing on where he stepped. "Ooh. Money." He smiled, picking up a crisp $50 bill. He looked up, scanning the hall for who would've dropped it.
A few steps ahead of him, a girl was digging for something in her hoodie pocket. A receipt fell to the ground, too.
Teddie ran up, picking up the receipt. Then he ran up to the girl. "Umm, excuse me!"
She turned around, looking somewhat disturbed.
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Teddie stopped. His breath hitched. She was the most......... beautiful girl he had ever seen. Her skin was perfect, her hair was perfect, and her eyes were perfect.
He held out the money and receipt to her. "I'm so sorry I think you dropped this and I just picked it up and I didn't mean to bother you I'll be going now." He sqeaked, running out of air before he could truly finish his sentence.
"Wait." She said. Her voice was low and smooth.
"Perfection." Teddie thought.
She smirked. "If I was back home, no one would've picked this up and gave it back to me. It would've just been taken."
Teddie struggled to take a deep breath without making it obvious that he was doing so. "You're from Nigeria?"
She looked at the ground and sucked her teeth. "Is it that obvious?" She asked, flicking her eyes back at him almost threateningly.
He chuckled nervously. "The accent." He pointed out, finally calming himself down. "It's beautiful." He complemented.
His eyes twinkled at her as he smiled widely.
She gulped. What was this feeling? She didn't like it. What was he trying to do? Her heart started beating faster. She struggled to think of a way to end the conversation... "Well, goodb-" she tried to wave, nervously dropping her bag.
"Oh!" Teddie said. "Don't worry, I got it." He squatted down to pick it up, looking up at her with a sweet gaze.
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