I shake my head, checking my phone for her number. I put star-sixty-seven and call it, screaming when she answers, "Oh my god Rayah! Guess who's here!"
What?! Who?!
"Channing Tatum is here, Rayah! He's...He's taking pictures outside!"
In less than an instant, she's running down the stairs ad outside, literally screaming ft him. Chuckling, I lock her out and make fun of her through the window. She flips me off and pouts, and I look at Nic, "How about that?"
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I flash a smile, "S'too late. You've already sat down, preventing me from looking at anything but your frontal area...which is not as good as your backside, in my opinion. No offense. You should be happy I don't stare."
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
Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go. — Jamie Anderson