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Shane's P.O.V
As I left the Daniel's, I kept thinking about Elle. Elle. Elle. What the hell is wrong with me? I shook my head and gripped the steering wheel and took a sharp left towards my house. My house was three-storey house, a bit modern and with a tinge of antique because my Grandma Victoria, or Vicki as I call her insisted to put antique designs to add accent to the house. Technically, Grandma Vicki wasn't really my real grandma, it just so happens that she was the one who adopted me since she has no children at all. And yeah, I was adopted, my parents left me the minute I was born and I grew up in a foster home. At first it was hard growing up with different kinds of children, but that changed when Grandma Vicki adopted me when I was 8 years old, since then I lived with her. Not so happy life isn't it? Well, I believe that this is God's plan for me.
When I got home, I flicked the lights open and grab a bag of chips and went upstairs to watch a movie, before that I took a quick shower and changed into clean clothes and plopped down in my bed and pressed the play button, half-way through the movie I was dozing off when my phone buzzed; "Goodnight Shane. :) -Elle" I smiled and thought of her face while she was sleeping at the study table earlier today. She was gorgeous. I texted her back, "Goodnight Elle! Don't dream about me. *smirk*" and shut my phone to finally fall asleep thinking about a certain girl that didn't left my mind since the day I met her.
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