The Sisters

Chapter 3

Beth P.O.V
I saw him walk through the door. He was right. I did seem to know him. Bouncy brown curls. No it couldn't be Stampy. My best friend when I was little. They had the same eyes, same curls.... Hmmmm.
"Beth?" He waved in front my face.
"What?" I said shaking myself awake. He looked at me like he wanted to say something then he fought the urge.
"Something you want to tell me?" I guessed.
"Well," he looked out the window.
"Do you remember a Stampy?" He asked. I nodded eyes focused on him. Why was he bringing this up?
"Well, you remember how he moved away-"
"-Yes and I never saw him again." I interrupted.
"Well," he continued. "I knew that boy. He moved to England. Then he missed home and moved back."
"When... and why?"
"This year. Because he missed his Beth. The boy really did love her and promised himself he would comeback for her."
"Oh, do you know where he is?" I asked.
"Yes." He replied.
"Where?" I asked.
"Right here." He said pointing to himself.
"Wait your him?" I asked. He nodded