Chloe's P.O.V.
So it has been a week and Shawn is now living with us which I really don't mind because we get along great. I decided to mention my dad to my mom a couple of days ago and she said that she didn't want to tell me because she needed more time to process things.
I wake up fully refreshed and for some reason, I have a lot of energy. I toss my covers over e and I get over to my closet so I can find something to wear. I pull out some dark blue skinny jeans, a white T-shirt, and a sweater to also wear in case I get cold. I decide to leave my hair down and I slip on my slipper before hopping down the stairs.
The smell of pancakes fill my nose and I smile because I love pancakes. I sit on the kitchen counter with my crutches beside me and my mom turns to look at me.
Mom: Morning baby. What do you want on your pancakes?
Me: Butter and syrup like always.
Mom: I should have know and get off of the counter little Missy!
I let out a laugh and my mom lays my pancake on the table. I thank her quietly and I dig in. the warm butter taste so good. I am enjoying my pancake but that comes to a haul t when there is a knock at the door. Shawn comes down the stairs and says that he'll get it. He comes in handy lol.
Shawn soon enters the kitchen with Amy following behind him. All I do is stare at her and she tries to send me a small smile.
Amy: Chloe I know you hate me bit can we please talk?
Me: I guess but not here.
Amy: Okay.
I finish my food and I grab ahold of my black boot and I slip it on. Amy frowns when she sees my cast and I just shrug. We walk outside and she helps me into the car and she puts my crutches in the back.
Amy: Where would you like to go?
Me: Let's just go to the park.
Amy: Okay. How bad off are you?
Me: Well my leg is broken in three places and I have a broken rib.
Amy: I'm so sorry that happened to you.
Me: Its okay I just want to forget about it.
Amy: I would want to too. So I have a message for you.
Me:What?
Amy: Harry misses you.
Me: I don't want to see him.
Amy: Why not?
Me: Because he...never mind.
Amy: So will you at least talk to him?
Me: I'll think about it.
Amy nodded her head and pulled up to the park. We hung out for a few hours and it felt good because she was my best friend. When I finally make it home, I go up to my room and I lay in my bed.
Me: Hey Harry...
I hope I'm not making a mistake.
