If Its You Novels & Stories

Not even a little I realized suddenly that I was just standing there, holding the door open, saying nothing. “How may I help you?” I finally managed to ask. He did not reply right away. A few seconds passed by. My fingers clutched the doorknob. “Pardon me?” I asked again, now speaking more softly, unsure whether I had shouted at him the first time or if there was something wrong with me. A slight twitch played on his forehead, but it was not a frown. More like an amused smile.

“It’s your house.” “Is that more sass?”

“It’s all yours.” “I’m all yours.”

He snapped. “No, I just think that even earlier too, you were mad with me because I was always following around, and now when I am not, you are calling me names. Next what I will be, currently I am an attention whore, then I might be something bigger, like what, the “S” word. Should I spell it for you?” I wheeze. “Don’t put words in my mouth. You know what I am trying to say.” “I am not putting words in your mouth. I am just repeating what you have just said to me.”

Who are you, really? #

"She is coming cool down babe!" TBC

"Who is it?" "It's your mother."

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A better excuse would do for now. “ Oh, in that case, accept my condolences ”