Dahlia Martinez. A girl with attitude, wit, and an extreme need for academic validation.
Blake Austin. A compassionate guy who has priorities...mostly.
Home troubles and past issues force Dahlia to a new school for her final year of highschool. S...
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It's been around 2 weeks since our grocery store visit. The boys really appreciated the food, and gave Blake a thank you card they made (especially for the cookies).
He's been good to us, which makes my feelings for him more prominent. I don't know how I feel about dating, because it still feels too good to be true. Like something will break us completely.
However, that doesn't mean I don't know how I feel about kissing him, because let me tell you, it's awesome.
But now, it is sadly Monday. My head hurts, I stayed up doing assignments, and I'm staring at my ceiling.
Everyday feels like deja vu, I always end up looking at the ceiling.
Blake said he would be a little late picking us up, and even with my constant reassurance that we could take the bus, he demanded we wait for him.
His words exactly were, "If any of you take one step on that bus, I'll drag y'all off."
Definitely one of our funnier conversations.
I get up from my bed to pick out an outfit to wear. We're having a bit of a cold front in Texas, which is very surprising.
My choice of outfit is a navy blue long sleeve and simple baggy jeans. Warm and comfy.
I walk out to the kitchen to make breakfast for the morning. Mom has been going in extra early these days because of the weekend she didn't work.
She's usually gone before any of us even wake, but makes sure to always leave a note.
"Dahlia! Is Blake picking us up today?" Jake bubbles.
He and Blake have grown quite close. Every morning Jake runs to give him a big hug. Sometimes it seems he prefers him over me now. But it does something to me seeing them together, it warms my heart.
Emerson on the other hand is always quiet. Like me, it takes him a while to trust people. I don't know why, but I want him to like Blake. Maybe I'm crazy.
"Yes he is, just like every other morning. Are you guys ready, he'll be here soon." I reply.
They both nod, and finish up their cereal. God, it's so tempting, watching them eat.
Do I eat. Or do I not.
My stomach grumbles at the thought. I'm so hungry. I hate my own mind for making me think this way.
A text from my back pocket brings me out of my thinking.
Blake🦋: Outside!!
Thank you for making my decision.
"Ok, he's here." I tell. The boys follow me outside, where Blake's car is parked next to the curb, and he leans on it facing us. Lucy sits in the backseat per the usual, smiling up at us.
