I woke to the sound of my Saturday alarm my dream had made me believed that what I did last night was only a good thing. I showered quickly dried my hair and put it up in a messy up-do. I dressed in my black leggings and a black and blue dress that had butterflies, I put on my blue shoes and my jacket. Marc was in the kitchen when I walked in, he was having a coffee I grabbed some from the coffee machine.
"Morning sweetheart, you okay?" He asked as I sipped from my mug I nodded. "You and Ethan made up?" He asked, I nodded as I when to the fridge and grabbed an apple and took a bite out of it.
Marc smiled. Marc had always liked good boy Ethan. He liked that Ethan was the one who when we were kids held the cold compress to my sprained ankle, he brought me home before the street lamps came
