"And I'm sure you remember that, Dal!" said Sherry. "You know I couldn't forget it!" Dalton said, before turning towards my direction. "We have dessert! I hope you like brownies." I giddily clap my hands together, louder than I anticipated. Sherry starts telling me another story when Dalton comes out with a trey of the brownies. "Those look delicious!" I say, before plopping a big piece onto my plate.
I giggle my keys through the door, making sure to be quiet because it was getting late. I didn't want to wake up Mom. I flop down on my bed with a big smile smeared across my face. Dalton makes everything better, I think. I just want Mom to know he's not just some random boy that I hang around because none of the girls want to be my friend...even though that's sort of the case. ding! A text message comes through my phone. It was from Dalton.
Meet me at the café tomorrow morning.
I quickly responded back.
Well, it'll be Saturday tomorrow, so I guess I can squeeze some time in.
I sent a winky-face alongside my text, questioning if it was too much or not. It was getting late so I decided to climb in bed. I briefly opened Instagram and saw that Dalton had liked most of my posts. When I say "most", I mean pretty much all of them, which was pretty sweet of him. I like this boy, and I hope he likes me back as much as I do.
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Romance"Why are you so nervous?" "Come on, speak!" 15 year old Delilah Skyve has terrible social anxiety, struggles with depression, and it doesn't help that she lives in what seems like an unhealthy environment. Her parents are getting a divorce, and she'...
