The young teenager smiled, revealing his handsome dimples.
"Long time no see, little bird," he spoke in an icy but welcoming tone that sent a shiver down my spine.
Excitement completely overwhelmed my fear. I jumped onto him, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck.
The boy quickly wrapped his arm around my waist, afraid I might slip away.
"I've missed you, Bryan," I said, still holding him tight.
Bryan chuckled, muttering, "I know, little bird, I know."
I jumped down from him, frowning. "I told you not to call me that again! I'm a grown-up," I pouted.
"Well, first of all, stop calling me names," Bryan retorted.
"Oh, you mean 'punks'?" I smirked. Bryan rolled his eyes, but his smile never faded.
Silence fell, but it wasn't awkward; it was comfortable. We stared at each other for
