(Devon's point of view)
I opened my eyes to Mikayla and Miranda shaking me like I was crazy or something.
"Hey, guys." I muttered sleepily
"Hey!" They smiled.
Then Miranda went over to my suitcase for some reason.
"Hey, Devon I'm only going to be here for 2 weeks of June." Mikayla said.
That right I'm staying here for 2 months! I all most forgot.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because my mom wants me to visit her." She explained to me.
"Where does she live?" What can I say curiosity gets the best of me.
"Houston." She shrugged.
"Oh, it's really pretty there my grandma lives there and went to go visit her one summer!" I lit up like a Christmas tree.
"Yea, except my mother is remarried." She sighed sadly.
"Oh… Now I get it." I nodded in understanding.
"What?" She asked softly.
"You, don't like your mother's new husband because you feel like she's betraying your family." I explained my theory.
Her mouth started to form an 'o' shape then she started asking
"How did you know?"
I let out a small humor less laugh before saying
"That's how I felt and still feel when my dad got a new girlfriend after the divorce."
She nodded then looked down.
"What town does your mom live in?" I asked an idea forming in my head.
"Garland."
"Listen, my Grandma lives in that town to, if it gets to be to much just go stay with her, but promise me you'll at least try." I said grabbing a pen a notebook on the nightstand and writing down the address to my Grandma's house.
(Mikayla point of view)
"Thanks Dev I owe you one." I said taking the piece of paper from her, putting it in my back pocket.
"No, prob." She smiled.
By this time Miranda had come back with an outfit of a Dark purple tight top, skinny jeans, and purple converses.
I looked at Devon who shook her head, Miranda, then back at Miranda.
"Put it on. Now!" Miranda demanded.
Devon got up and went to change in the bathroom, while Miranda got her straighter, and make-up bag ready.
So that's what she got when we were in her room.
"Devon is going to have boys falling all over her!" Miranda squalled.
I rolled my eyes.
Sometimes I wonder how smart she really is.
Devon came out a couple of minutes later.
"Who's shirt is this?" She picked up the part of the shirt.
"Oh mine, and look even better than I imagined!" Miranda clapped while jumping up and down.
Doubting even more now.
Miranda grabbed a chair pointed to it.
"Sit." She said looking at Devon.
Devon sighed dramatically, walked very slowly to the chair and sat down with her arms crossed.
I let out a small laugh when I heard her mutter "I'm going to kill Miranda later." under her breath.
"Mikayla will please clip that part of her hair." Miranda asked point to a part of Devon's hair.
So I changed part of the story.
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