Chapter 3- Angela's POV.
Great, I have to share a bed, with this creeper. Maybe I will go to Fugue Forest tomorrow evening. It'll be the perfect escape.
Toby started making the bed. I felt to bad to make a total stranger, creeper or not, go through all of this trouble for me.
"I'll sleep on the floor, Toby, No problem for me." I tried to explain.
"Nonsense, you get the bed, I'll get the floor." He grumbled back.
"Am I not the guest?"
"Yes, you are, that's why you get the bed tonight."
"But, don't I get first decisions, being guest and all that?"
"Of course!"
"Then I'm sleeping on the floor, good night, Toby."
And that's when I think we developed a mutual hate fore each other's guts.
Toby POV
She must really like to tick people off. Who goes through all that trouble, to sleep on the floor? Maybe she likes the floor… Oh well, she's asleep now.
I looked at her. She looked so peaceful. My Angela, or at least Soon to be my Angela. I realized now she had no pillow or blanket, so I ran down to the laundry room to get her them. My father stopped me.
"Son, everything 'kay in there?" He asked me.
" Of course it is, she insisted on sleeping on the floor using that logic nonsense, but I realized after she fell asleep that she had no blankets or anything. That's why I'm here now, on my way to the laundry room." I replied.
"Son, sit down, it's time we had a little chat. You're in love with her, aren't you?"
And that's when I knew father could read minds.