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"What if you find your soul mate... at the wrong time?"
― Lauren Kate, Passion
Foolishly, but desirably in love. One person means everything, unknowingly. Sometimes in love the love is a less...
Excuse errors ;) Quick note: chapters 71 & 72 are a whole week together. So you might notice how the scenes are jumping from one place to another it's bc it's another day/time or whatever Just trying to pick up the pace. If you're confused ask questions :)
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Chris
Today was the worst day—yesterday, whatever—I left the house around twelve in the afternoon and have yet to go back...
Lately, I've been overthinking about everything, and the future. And tonight just so happens to a perfect night to let my thoughts release. It's about 1:00 am, and I'm parked in the middle of nowhere. My chair is pushed back, and my hands are behind my head. Miya's sitting on my lap, while she explains to me how tiresome her day was. I smile, when she expresses how much she missed me.
Her hands played with the strings on my hoodie. "I was thinking about you all day." She coos. "Anyway, how was your day?" She asks, leaning back on the steering wheel, with her arms crossed. "And why are you so quiet?"
I shrug. "I didn't do shit today... I was just chilling."
"Chilling?" She raises her brows. "Chris, talk you're being so quiet... I don't like it."
I purse my lips, before sighing. "I got into this heated argument with my dad."
"Again?" She asks. "I hope this time it wasn't—"
"No, it wasn't about you. Technically the argument last time wasn't even a real argument. I only said one thing to him and the argument wasn't really about you... It's just... It's hard to explain." I said, removing my hands from the back my head and onto her thighs. I look down at my hands.
Silence sits between us for awhile, which gives me time to think back to this morning.
"Can I ask you something?" I look up at her, waiting for her to ask her question. "Why does it—okay, don't get offended, but why does it seem like you don't like him?"
The question does offend me a little, but I brush it off. "Who my dad?" She nods. "I do—well. I got love for him, but I don't think I like him at this point in my life." I say.
Damn, that sounds harsh. Oh well, I guess.
She looks down at her hands before placing them on top of mine. "Chris.."
"And you wanna' know why?" I pause. "It's 'cause he doesn't like me. Straight like that."
She pushes her eyebrows together, ready to say something, but I beat her to it. "Between me and you, Michael's his favorite and it's only because Michael kisses his ass." I confess.
