ashlyn:
" it's okay. my mom doesn't judge, and if she did, she'd critisize me on what i waer everyday." i smiled. we turned and walked down about another block before we were at my house. it was a brick house and out porch was small. it could hold a rocking chair, for reagan and me, and a small bench. there was a little bit of walking space before you got to the door. i tried to drag the stroller up the stairs but it wasn't working well, since i didn't have big arm muscles.
lucas:
" thanks, he's just a stupid old tabby, his name is thomas ohe malley, but you can call him tom if you want." he growled at me but started to purr when i scratched under his chin. he rubbed up against me but i quickly got up and grabbed my buzzing phone. i had gotten a text from my ex saying 'whats up baaby boo? i miss you so much!' i rolled my eyes and groaned. why cant they quit texting me?
(( sorry 4 posting late, i'm dealing with drama...))