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Heather's POV:

I watched my favorite show while eating ice cream that Tuesday afternoon. I was more than comfortable. I felt so at home at Shirley's place. I didn't even bother calling my mother or sister. I needed them out of my life for some time.

Shirley came downstairs, hopping happily for nothing as usual. She was like the sister I'd never had.

"Hey, hon." she called happily as she collapsed by me, "I've been thinking."

"About?" I asked amused.

"The handsome guy I saw in your office." she pretended to faint. I rolled me eyes and laughed.

"Your crazy." I laughed.

"He's so handsome! I'm sure he likes...