The civil wedding is tomorrow. After that, it's one week, then we're off to the Philippines.
Mom, I'm going out for a while.
"Where?"
Damian's.
I'd rather not be here, it'd disturb the wedding preparations.
"Okay. Have fun."
Thanks, Mom. Love you.
"Next week?"
Yes. I know. It's too short.
"Hey, let's just enjoy this, aight?"
You never look down, Dame. How the fu--
"I like to look up. 'Cause I know there's light at the end of the tunnel."
Yeah, yeah. Now, some 2K?
"Yeah!"
OH NO. You're not going Warriors again.
"Call it a handicap. You're good at this."
126-84. Sometimes I wish the Nets could beat the Warriors that easily.
Great game.
"Yeah. See you tomorrow?"
You're going to the wedding?
"Of course."
Oh.
I giggle at the stupidity of that question.
See you.
We fist bump, and I head home.
Mom and Will are asleep when I get home. Will on the couch, Mom in her room. Guess they're doing the 'Don't see each other before the wedding' thing.
I head to my room, thinking about the future of this thing.
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Teen FictionBlake Johnson-Santos has it all: A caring mother, all the gadgets you can imagine, while being Mr. Popular and the school genius at the same time. Yet as Blake's mom marries a Filipino businessman, they are to move to the Philippines. But how is Bla...
