Lance.
''Are you ready?'' he comes into my room for the first time since I moved here. The change in his mood started at the wedding, so when I came back home that night without my mother, I was all alone.
Ford locked himself up in his room and I didn't push for more. I wanted to give him some space, considering the outburst he had in the cabin. He stayed in his room that night and the next.
He looks around the room as he enters deeper into the room. I am in front of a mirror, attempting to brush my hair. It is a rarity for me to brush the monstrosity on my head. he stands behind me and I look at him in all his glory. He is dressed in a pair of black jeans. I must say they fit him perfectly. His shirt is a navy-blue polo shirt with sneakers. His hair is high above his head, neater than this curly mess on mine.
''Far from it,'' I groan from the frustration.
He chuckles ''I could help you with it,'' he suggests.
