Forever Yours
she begged, clutching my arm.
Ugh, now I’m the bad friend.
“Fine” I sighed, “but you know you don’t really need me there. You look beautiful, and I’m sure Am—Amos, or whatever his name is, will love you.”
She shot me a deadly glare.
“For the last time, Mia, it’s Amson. A-M-S-O-N.”
“I know right, who bears that,” I said, laughing frantically.
“It’s still better than Ma—”
“Complete that statement and you’re going alone to your date” I warned.