"So you've literally never played basketball before" I hum following Scott round the store as he pushes the trolley. I take it upon me to fill the trolley up."I've never needed it to" he shrugs and stop when I pause to carry a jar of Mayonnaise from the shelve. We'll need this for making New Years dishes and salads."Wait! Tell me how your highschool days were like?" I ask. We've never really talked about this stuffs but everyday, I leaned new things about Scott. He's like an atlas full of wonders. I can't get enough of knowing him. Each time I think I do, he surprises me."Nothing much. Went to school, failed my tests lots of times, fooled around and got lots of tattooes"I smile, trailing my finger up the rose on his arm. "I love them""What?""You're tattoos. It's like who you are, poured out in ink" I giggle. We move on through the store again, Scott had a really char

"Dad?" "Baby girl... it's so good to hear your voice" My dad says. My heart fluttered with him calling me his baby. I've known that nick name since I was a little girl. "Daddy...". My voice cracks. "You called me" "Of course" I move uncomfortably on my chair, keeping my fingers crossed. He's got to have a reason for calling me.  "I miss you Stormy... it's been years" "Yet you didn't call all those years" I didn't mean for my voice to sound judgemental but it does and I'm pleased with myself. "I'm sorry Stormy...but I did call" His voice was low and full of regrets, I hope.

I rush to David the instant I see him step out of his car. He'd changed it to a really nice convertible and he looks different in a coat and not pullovers. I almost didn't recognise my best friend as I throw my arms round his neck."God! You've added up!" Was the first thing he said and I chuckled pulling away."Maybe, maybe not..but you sure do look good" I compliment with a grin."Well, I wore this once before and someone complimented me, so I decided to wear it again...maybe more often now""A girl told you that right?" I tease him and his eyes flash before he looks up, raising his glasses above his nose. Oh my gosh! He's anxious."Where's Scott?" He asks, completely changing the subject and I smirk. It has me wondering who told him that. Was it Rose?...grunt! Nah!"Stormy..."I blink until I remember his question, then my eyes dulled. It just

I roll my sleeves up, helping Cherry to color a pencil she drew. It looked like a banana of some sought but she was pretty good for her age. It's my second week reaching here and it's been a really fun experience for me. I dropped the color and clapped my hands for her, a wide grin took over her face, then her eyes dart to the door and they go wide.Turning around, I see Scott standing at the door, his hands his in his long jacket, his dark rugged jeans right on his legs, and his boot as always was chelsea. He looked sinfully handsome just standing there and he didn't even have to try.Aside from his sinful looks, he has a horrified expression on his face. When I smile at him, he strolled I'm, walking to stand behind me."They're not going to bite, you know" I say and as if on cue, all the kids turned to stare at Scott who cleared his throat."Hello" he says to them and they all chant a hello too. Little C

The second I open the door to the condo, I hear a smash of plate in the kitchen, so I hurry there. Scott is standing by the sink, his eyes bent on breaking a next plate, and it's one of our expensive collections."What's going on?" I walk to him, grabbing the plate from his hand and he dosen't argue or resist.Silently, he picks up his phone and shows me a picture that made me huff out a breath. I can't believe Kim could stoop so low to sending Scott this picture of me and Nolan in the mall."So this is why you were so persistent on going to the mall!" Scott accuses me with cross eyes. "You were going to fucking meet with him""That's not true. I wanted to go shopping. That's all. If you also recall, I wanted you to come with me but you were too sleepy to even raise a muscle!" I retaliate."You planned all this. Hell! Storm you know I'm not an early morning riser!""How is