The Clumsy Heart

ing it curl immediately as soon as each strand was out of my comb. I never liked my hair. I thought it always

he one thing that my moth

ith large, playful green eyes and fiery red hair that al

t her. He had always praised her about her beauty, and I could still remember the times when he would stop by

about them. He only

tion, when a knock on my door broke me out of my thoughts. I hurri

heart, you

rabbed my phone, my eyes still sti

could figure out t

n up, his warm brown eyes gazing into my similar ones. "

ied so hard to keep hidden from me. But he couldn't always hide it. After all, he was t

, aren't you?" he q

ering my gaze

his arms holding me against him as he

, not wanting to cry to hurt my dad even more. He had already dea

I mumbled. "It's

radling my face as he kisse

I just wish things

create any more problems for him so I inh

ge the past, Dad. Mom would

u're right. Now, let's go d

ile w

I'd arrived and to say I was dying of boredom was an understatement. I had been searching for Noah for a long time, but hadn't se