7 at night
You are fidgeting. Your forever-relaxed attitude is replaced by nervousness, it makes me smile
"My dad doesn't like anyone. Don't worry," I assure you.
"He likes your sister's boyfriend," You remind me.
"That guy is an alien, he doesn't count," I smile. "I'll be there with you."
He didn't like you, not then anyway.
YOU ARE READING
To you ✔
Short Story*[COMPLETE]* To you who stole my heart Everyone has a story to tell. That's an understatement. Everyone has STORIES to tell. Let me tell you mine.
