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"So you're saying you're an actual angel? From...Heaven." I asked him.
"Yup. I was assigned to be your guardian angel ever since I was born, that's why we're the same age."
I furrowed my eyebrows confused but, intrigued, "How do I kn...
What's up, Galaxies! These chapters are going to get dramatic further on...that's all I'll tell you, lmao. Enjoy:) -Les❤️
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I tried to shuffle around on the lukewarm bed but, was stuck.
Opening my eyes, I saw a sparkling window and Sky, holding me tight in his arms.
Last night, I apologized about a thousand times and we both ended up laughing about something I don't remember.
Was it...burgers? Oh yeah! Henry said, 'We can get some burgies tomorrow'
We both laughed and...now I'm here. Too tired to remember all of the details from last night.
I ran a hand through Henry's soft, addicting hair before getting up to my calendar.
I marked today and realized that tomorrow...was The Mob Gala.
Uh-oh.
The Mob Gala was a fancy party held for all the gangs in our area.
A night where we put down our weapons and socialize with others.
Fun..
I went to the bathroom (brushing my teeth) and put on my DuckTales T-shirt on and a leather jacket over it (of course).
Letting two loose strands of hair hug my face, I made a high ponytail and with that, stepped out of the bathroom.
I don't wear makeup, it's not really my thing- though, people say I'm pretty good at it.
I gathered my keys, and purse, heading to the kitchen to grab a coffee.
Taking a sip, Henry came stumbling into the kitchen.
His blue eyes locked with mine and I began smiling like an idiot, "Mornin', Sunshine."
"That's Sky to you, Summers." He came over and noticed me all dressed up, "Where are we headed?"
"We," I patted his chest, an excuse I came up with yesterday. I just couldn't keep my hands to myself, "Are going shopping!"
"You don't like shopping." Henry smirked, drinking some of my coffee.
"Yes but," I grabbed it back and set it on the table, "Tomorrow is The Mob Gala. Where all the gangs come together and socialize."
Sky laughed, "That's ludicrous. How do you guys not go at each other's throats?"
"We all know that we're here by force so, once a year, we have an acceptable night making sure we're on good terms. At least for just one night, that is."
