*THURSDAY*
"Oh my goodness, I was right! You are keeping a girl hostage in our very own basement..." I heard someone say in a loud voice which woke me up early in the morning.
"Mom, she's a friend, not a hostage." Dylan explained.
"And is she wearing your clothes?" His mother gasped.
"Good morning, Mrs. Webb." I greeted her with a yawn.
"Could it be that she's your 'special' friend." Dylan's mom elbowed him.
"Ma, don't even start." Dylan squinted his eyes at his mother.
"You should have her eat with us upstairs for breakfast." Mrs. Webb said before disappearing upstairs.
"Sorry about that." Dylan apologized.
"My mom can be very nosy and old-fashioned." He sighed.
"Reminds me of mine."
I had no choice but to join them for breakfast out of common c
