Halee steals back her jacket and I glare at her, my parents studying me, "You alright?"
I nod at my mom's question, "Uh, Yeah."
My father looks at Ian agian and my mom sighs before crossing her arms, "Sweet, eighteen year old, Els..." She starts. I swallow at this and she continues, "Um...I can...communicate with you through...your own eyes, and uh," She looks at Ian, "I-I think we need to talk."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I send them questioning looks, "Okay... she's not drinking. I don't see the problem as long as we're careful. I care for your daughter. I'm not going to hurt her."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside