“When I was your age, I met her mum. She's prude, I thought," Zack chucked. I know what he was thinking. I glare at him. That was also his first impression on me, prude, mean, bleeder...
"But she's different. I always caught her looking at me, she wouldn't look away. Then I thought, she got it bad," my dad shook his head while making three 'tsk' sound. "I gotta talk to her, I said to myself, when I did, she was always grumpy."
The chuckled from a while ago turn a fit of laughter. Seriously? Zack has his head thrown back, a beautiful smile plastered on his face. The corner of his eyes were a little wrinkled because of his face splitting-smile, his mouth a little open. Even though he looks pretty, I still want to hit him with a bed. Just to wipe off the stupid smirk that now lays on his l
