Weird

"Why do you believe everything your daddy says?" She asked twirling a piece of my blonde curls amongst her pale fingers.

"Because, unlike you, I actually need to listen to what my father says and by the way he thinks you're weird." I replied honestly.

"Maybe he's wrong. Maybe I'm the normal one and you're the weird one." She replied, kissing my cheekbone and walking away.

She was weird, with her green eyes and her pale skin, she was wild.

I was normal with my blue eyes and blonde hair, I was boring.

She taught me how to live and in return I taught her how to how to smile.