I toss an turn in bed contemplating going into his room.
I can't, this is crazy. What if he doesn't let me in or he doesn't like me.. But what if he feels the same way...
I get lost in that thought and before I know it I'm out of my bed. I walk all the way down the hall from my room and turn to the left, coming face to face with his door. I lift my hand up hesitant to knock but after awhile I build up the courage to do it anyways.
The door slightly creaks open
"Gru?" A small voice asks
"H-hello" I stutter, my accent stronger than ever
"Papopa bi bin." He says as he nods his head into the room motioning for me to come inside.
Here goes nothing.
