Eighth

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Liam

We drive back home in the snow. It's 4:52 when we get back, but I'm still not sleepy.

Sophie walks in, and turns on the TV. The weather forecast is on. "Snowstorm is arriving. We are expecting at least 5 feet of snow. People are recommended to stay in their houses. Do not leave."

I see Sophie's texting her parents. "They say I'm going to have to stay here for the next week or so..."

I smile and nod. "Sure thing." She smiles. We watch TV for the next hour or, until I notice that her head in on my shoulder.

She's sleeping.

I smile and quietly call out BS on her saying that she's not tired anymore. I get up and grab my phone. Opening it, I see the last thing I did on it.

Take the picture of Sophie.

Her eyes are wide, and her hair looks more brown than blond. She has a slight smile.

"What are you doing?" I hear. "Oh"

She looks over my shoulder and sighs.

"Never liked my face. Guess I never will"

A/N short chapter but I have tons of school and all dat shit


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