"Well that certainly a different dinner." Kyle chuckles for the third time.
"Whatever." I grumble.
"Oh c'mon. You should have seen your face. It was priceless. For a second I thought you were going to dump something on her too." He laughs.
"I actually thought about grabbing the spaghetti off of the table next to us and dumping it in her hair, but that wouldn't have turned out well." I state.
He just shakes his head and turns the radio up. I listen to the lyrics as we drive down the road. Kyle soon begins to sing along softly to "I drive your truck" by Lee Brice. The sound is amazing and I smile to myself, hoping I can hear it again. His voice drifts softly through the truck.
We pull up to the barn all to soon and I don't want to go to school tomorrow. Emily being the number one reason why. I sigh when we reach the house and the purr of the truck is cut off. I open my door and walk around to the front of the truck before I wrap my arms around his neck.
He chukles and rests his hands on my hips before promptly kissing me on the lips. I give him a small smile before walking up the steps on the porch.
"I'll see you tomorrow morning." He smiles before kissing my cheek.
"Okay. I love you." I say as he opens his door.
"Love you too." He says, and pulls away leaving me to stand in silence.
I open the door and walk up to my room as quietly as humanly possible. I'm home before 10 so I wasn't out past my curfew but I don't want to wake my mom.
I pull on my sweats and my T-shirt before climbing into bed. Its been a long day and sleep soon pulls me under.
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Kyle's POV
Embarrassed. That is how I feel right now. My mother was a total weirdo and I could tell by the way Marie was acting that it was scaring her. Not only did my mom make things odd but then we had a stuck up brat as our waitress!
Groaning in frustration, I shut off my truck and walk up to my house. What if she never wants to come back? Why did we have to have that damn waitress? I stomp up the stairs to my room and sit down on my bed to pull off my boots.
When I dropped her off at her house she seemed annoyed, angry even that she had to go home. She is like a puzzle to me. So simple yet so complicated to understand. That's why I love her. Because she is so interesting. She keeps so many of her talents hidden. Like her voice. God I love it when she sings. But she won't show it.
I give an exasperated sigh and pull off my shirt before changing into sweats. Climbing into bed, I close my eyes and try to picture her smile.
Hey guys. I'm really sorry for the long wait but I've been really busy. I am trying to squeeze writing in whenever I can. I finally found time to finish this chapter today because its my Birthday. I have 3 requests. 1) go read VannessaLaVigne book Life of an Icy. Its amazing. 2) Comment! I haven't had very many comments and I love to hear your thoughts and reactions to the book. 3) Bear with me. I have been really busy so I don't have much time to write.
Thank you so much for reading.
~Kassie <3
