"Tabather is such a pain!"
"I know Luce, I know." Sam hugs me closer to his chest the way I love. I sigh "Guess It's not her fault she was born." He laughs, I can feel the movement of his chest beneath me.
"I like her," he pauses. No doubt he's thinking I'm going to attack him or something, but I keep my composure.
"Why?" I ask raising my eyebrow; Tabather gets so jealous when I do that!
"She's allot like you in some ways, you know." Like me? Tabather like ME!?
"In what 'ways' is she anything like me?" Okay composure girl. COMPOSURE!
"Forget I said anything."
"Okay I guess I don't really hate her but I do. Oh I don't know how to explain; I'm stuck with her every single day! They work all the time to get more and more and more money, why can't they spend some on a child minder for the brat?"
"Move in with me?" What did he just say?
"Seriously?"
"Seriously. My flat's more than big enough for both of us! Then you won't have to be a free babysitter for your parents. Think about it." Oh wow!
"Okay... I've thought about it... YES!"
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From The Window Seat
Teen FictionFirst story in the 'My View' series Tabather and Lucinda are two sisters that hate the sight of eachother, but when things get desperate will they find the love that has been buried deep beneath resentment and loathing...? My View: From The Window S...
