For the rest of the night mom and dad were in and out talking s**t to my friends and keeping us entertained. The atmosphere was the lightest it had been in a while. That could be on account of the fact that no one brought up the situation or even mentioned Mandy and her s**t, and there were no cops knocking at the damn door. Best of all Sian was totally relaxed and she wasn't faking it to keep my mouth shut.
If I could just figure out what the hell she had planned for tomorrow night then maybe I could relax too. I don't think she realizes that I know her as well as I do, or the way her mind works. Being in love with someone kinda gives you some insight, makes you think only of the other person.
I know how I feel about what had happened to her, how I feel about anyone f*****g with her. An
