A/N: I just realized that Fanfiction doesn't let me postthe percent sign. Probably not the number sign or money sign either. WHY? I FIND THIS MEAN. Why do I find this mean...? I honestly don't know. I'M FUCKING HYPER, OKAY?
And yes, Valerie. You DO look Asian. Get over it: You're adopted. From Asian people. (Not that I have anything against Asian people. I LOVE ASIAN PEOPLE.)
Yes. I am HYPER. Did I already say that? Too bad.
DISCLAIMER: I own. HAHAHAHA LOLWTFOMGQWERTY NOT!
14) Picture.
POV: Kaylee Cavanaugh.
WORDS: 141.
One day, when I was hanging out at Harmony's house with Tod, we had fallen asleep on the sofa together.
He was spread out on his back, half-sitting with his back to the corner between one armrest and the head of the couch. I was lying between his legs, back against his chest, head resting in the crook between his neck and shoulder. His arms were wrapped firmly around me.
You can understand my delight and surprise when I picked up Tod's wallet one night to hand it to him, and a worn, creased print of a picture fell out. It was of us that day, taken by Harmony. The date it was taken was scrawled in Tod's handwriting on the back in black sharpie, accompanied by a small heart. It was unbearably cute.
Needless to say, I demanded a copy.
D'aww. Again. Where is this cute coming from? I AM NOT A CUTE PERSON.