tell me
luke's p.o.v
we sat there for a good minute before i spoke up,
'tell me.'
she looked at me. eyes wide in shock.
'i mean,' i started, 'you look so broken and i wanted to-'
'imagine,' she cut me off, 'if you had a best friend ....
you were best friends since first grade until ....' she took a deep breath, 'you started to hang out with another person.
and ever since that day your so-called-best friend started bullying you.'
she took a deep breath, 'and then everything goes- goes downhill.
your family dies in a car crash.'
silence.
'i'm sorry about .. you know.'
she giggled, 'it's fine.'
you could hear the others from the kitchen.
'tell me ...
how does a date sound?'
end of: chapter 8
next: chapter 9
