DENVER’S POV
I tried packing my hair neat ponytail as I looked at myself in the mirror.
I admired myself. I actually did look prettier with my hair packed up in a pony tail than with my hair down, but God. The migraines could be terribly unbearable and hard to handle.
So I just let my hair back down and flung away my ribbon.
There was a knock at my door.
“Yes!” I answered.
I went to the door and opened it. It was Denis.
“Thank God you can now knock.” I said to him. “Who thought you manner overnight?”
He scowled and knocked my forehead.
We both growled in pain.
“Ouch!” We said together.
I laughed at him and stuck my tongue at him.
“You forgot that whatever hurts me, hurts you too.” I said nastily at him.
He rolled his eyes. Then he looked at me.
“Since when did you start go
