- “I never knew you were such a chicken.” I gasped as I pulled Christian’s arm. We had planned on telling my dad the news, but he had a change of mind and refuses to leave the house.
- “I’m not a chicken. I just don’t feel like seeing your parents.” Christian explained. “And why isn’t Siena here? I miss her.”
- “Because your daughter is starting to get on my nerves.” I joked and pushed him aside so I could walk in further. “I can’t wait to move back here and leave my dirt all over the house again. This is all your fault.” I sighed.