RUBBY'S POV
There was a remnant of laughter on my face as I searched for my phone. I had told Alex I had a message from the orphanage.
"I will accompany you," he said, scratching his left eye as though something had fallen into it. Pretence! He was only doing that so I wouldn't accuse him of being so clingy.
"Is it a shame you are scratching away?" I teased, my cheeks threatening to explode if I didn't let out the laugh.
"What do you mean by that Rubby? Something really flew into my eyes," he said in his defense.
"I see, you need eye surgery?"
We both couldn't hold back our laughter. I clutched my stomach laughing as hard as I could, while Alex rolled over to the ground, his thunderous laugh even more contagious.
I had suddenly forgotten how he ridiculed himself in the club, I had
