The ride is long,
So we share candy.
I give him parts of my story,
He gives me parts of his glory.
I ask questions, lots of them, very long.
He gives answers, short and fond, nothing more to them.
He seems to be a man of liitle words but lots of action.
He takes my hands in his a lot as he's talking over exhaustion.
He's tried, I know he's worked hard.
I only got one blanket, we share but not for long.
I wake about an hour later,
The blankets wrapped around me like a sack of potatos.
He's on his phone playing knights and dragons, looks at me.
His smile makes me melt for it's heavenly.
He's only got on crooked tooth but it fits him perfectly, it's very white and his gums are not all they way pink.
I think I'm dreaming and touch his curly hair.
Its all over his head, almost like he doesn't care.
But he does, he puts it in a pun the best way he can.
He takes my hand.
He kisses my knuckles and rubs over the top.
He gives me a wink and then put the covers back on top.
He smoothens my shorts coped dyed half purple
the rest brown hair.
I fall asleep in the grace of his touch and he doesn't care.
He wakes me soon after and I wonder if were here when we're only taking a gas break at a food station, no to far off of South.
We're on south of the border and it's pretty dark. Milo's grabs my hand and leads me to lunch or dinner, I don't really care for time when I'm tried.
We get our food and go back on the bus, laughing as we wait.
In a few mins or two, we're back on the road to we know who, to we know were, Orlando, Florida, thats were.
It doesn't take long before we arrive home to home.
We exchange numbers and I'm on my way.
In my group I go and wave.
I hope to catch up to Victor Tate soon, he's perfect in every way.
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Foster Kids
Short Story"Being born was just a reason enough to not love us." Toni Ann and Victor Tate is really different from each other, very different, like on a whole different social class from each other but on a class field trip, they realize they have one thing in...
