Hated

DAVON'S POV

"What the heck?!" My head bumped into cardboard when I was sucked out of the notebook. I am six foot two, and that space was only about five foot something. I needed to duck my head a little going out.

Mia put me in her closet last night. I remember now. When I opened the door, Oliver stood before me, still perturbed. But I could see from the look in his eyes that he had a lot of questions for me.

"Hello, Oliver."

Oliver waves his hand quietly. Observing my every move.

"My Dad will be home soon. Are you going to stay here or go with Mia to work? We can hang out in my room if you like. I'll tell Dad that you're my friend!" Oliver was full of enthusiasm. I just remembered my brother from him. I wonder what he looks like after so many decades.

"Of course, we are friends! But I don't think your Dad would want a stranger to hang out in your room," I kneeled and rubbed his arm, "Tell you what, we could hang out one of these days, and I will show you my land."

"Really? Pink