Willow… The next few days passed in a blur. I only saw Adrian for breakfast and dinner. Something tells me he isn't avoiding me, but he has been really busy these past few days. I must admit that things between the two of us have changed these past few days. He seemed more relaxed in my presence th
Willow… I sowollowed hard when I saw his glare and knew I had some explaining to do. The way he looked at me told me I was in deep trouble because Bella had cried. “Ashton, why don't we go and get some dinner? I'm sure Bella and you are hungry,” I said, wanting to get away from this man in front o
Willow… I was sitting opposite Kylie at the restaurant where we agreed to meet. I told her everything that had happened yesterday. “You did what?” Kylie asked with wide eyes and a hanging jaw. I rolled my eyes at her and said, “You heard what I said.” “Yeah, and I thought I taught you enough to d
Willow… Adrian’s smile deepened as she threw more coal at his fiery ego. He flashes me a knowing look as he says, “Thank you,” to which I just roll my eyes. “Can I have a minute alone with Kylie?” I asked him desperately wanting to strangle my best friend for saying that. “Sure, I will be waiting
Willow… "Look, I know you are upset with me about Daisy, but trust me when I say this: There was nothing no one could have done for her. She was old, and most of her parts are more expensive than just getting a new car," he said as soon as we stopped in front of the dealership. I nodded my head an
Willow… The days that followed flew by. Bella insisted that I take them to school every day since she liked my car. Although Ashton didn’t say anything, I could tell he was loving the car as well. I had to do Bella’s hair every morning but in a different style because, as she said, she didn’t want
Willow… I walked back to the living room, where the kids were. Their conversation has now focused on who they think are the best boys or girls. “No, boys are better,” Ashton said. “No, I think girls are better,” Bella argued. "You'd say that because you're a girl."Boys are stronger, smarter, and
As we took a seat next to where the children were playing, I could feel his eyes on me. But every time I looked up, he looked away. “What?” I asked, amused. “Nothing.” “Then why are you staring at me?” “I wasn’t staring at you,” he said defensively. "You can take a picture; it lasts longer, and