“You shut the fu—” Kirsty began, but when Garrett burst through the door, everything screeched to a stop. The svreaming, the arguing, and if it weren’t for the tick of the clock, I would have thought time froze too. Everybody turned to look at Garrett standing there, looking very hot. It kind of reminded me of that moment in movies where the hero walks in, looking all regal and crap.
First he came over to me, and I wrapped my arms around his waist, and he stroked my hair, tracing over where I got cut.
“I’m so glad you came.”
“Yeah, well, my mom might show up any minute now.”
“As long as you’re hear.”
Saying this made me realize how lovey-dovey it sounded.
But with him, it was okay because he was different.
He was Garrett.
“Hey Garrett,” Kirsty said flirtatiously from behind. He didn’t even move a muscle, and that made me hug him even tighter.