Take Me Home Aimee II: Ten
Heath blinked, returning his attention to the presentation at hand. It was a neighboring corporation, which wanted to do business together for a limited time that would benefit both. He had made his decision early on in the presentation, and had tuned out the greater half of statistics and numbers. Seeing as the table of executives, both neighboring and domestic, were looking at him, he cleared his throat and stood up.
"I think I speak for everyone here in expressing our excitement." He gave a small smile and nodded in conclusion.
People filed out, discussing the possibilities that could come if the proposition were to come to fruition. Heath caught one of his chief managers pushing the proposal and exchanged a few brief words with him on the way out the door. "Cancel the deal. There's something fishy about their revenue stream."
"Uh, yes sir." The man nodded in response to the large task set before him. Still, easier than all the complexities of contracts.
Back out in the sunny streets, Heath slipped on his designer sunglasses, shielding his eyes from the glare.
He turned around in front of his car, keys in hand. A woman with long red hair stood in front of him wearing what looked like a bathing suit under a short red silk bathrobe that showed off her stunning legs.
"It's good to see you." She smiled.
"You too, Steph. Uh..." He smiled back and gestured to her clothing. "I like the look. You going for a bedazzled spa day or something?"
She laughed. "Nah, I just finished up a shoot for Victoria’s secret down the street. I was going to pop up to your office to say hi, but here you are." She pushed her sunglasses up on top of her head. "You think I'll ever get my rain check for dinner last night?"
"Yeah, I've just...got a lot on my mind right now."
"Well...if you're not busy, I know a great way to relax." She took a single step closer, looking up more at him. Heath ran his teeth over his lower lip and looked at his watch. Three pm already....Aimee and Tate should have been finished with lunch an hour ago at the latest. But remembering the way she had looked at him, he wondered what the point was in rushing home anyway? She certainly wouldn't object to more time with Tate.
"I can spare a couple hours."
He took her hand, helping her into the car.
“Can we please head home now?” Aimee asked, looking over at Tate. “Between the lunch and the park and not contacting him…I know he’s worried sick about me.”
Tate arched a brow. “Is he? Are you sure about that?” He couldn’t help smiling when Aimee lowered her head, unable to answer him right away. “I’ll be interested to see what happens with Heath once I let him know you’re staying with me.”
“Not by choice, Tate. Come on…I want to go home. It’s past six.”
“So why hasn’t he called? I’m sure he could locate my phone number. Besides, I’m really enjoying your company…oh…” he said, scanning over his laptop screen in his apartment. “That explains it.”
Aimee lifted her head and looked over at the screen. “What? Explains what?”
Tate turned the monitor to show her. “It looks like the paparazzi are having a field day with Heath.”
Aimee’s face fell. There was Heath with some beautiful and leggy redhead. “Stephanie…” she whispered, assuming that this could be the only explanation.
“Now you don’t need to worry so much about it,” Tate said. “We’ll relax here, watch a movie and just get to know each other. Aren’t you tired of not being appreciated? Aimee…I’d treat you like any other girlfriend. It wouldn’t be different because you’re human. I see you for you.”
“But so does Heath—”
“Heath?” Tate asked incredulously. “Come on, Aimee. You know he doesn’t care about you like that.”
“But Tate, I…”
He thrust his cell phone towards her. “Come on. Just give him a call…” he hit dial before Aimee could protest.
At 4:20pm Heath finished drinks and mingling with Stephanie and he dropped her off at her place. Around 5 o clock he arrived to an empty house. He took off his tie and sports jacket and seated himself in the living room to watch the news. At 5:30, he began to wonder what on earth they could be still doing out; and by 6pm he was standing on the front porch, looking up and down the street. Did that piece of crap car Tate drove break down? But if it was something like that, surely one of them would have the courtesy to inform him...she had his number, why wouldn't she call?
Oh right. Because she could hardly stand him anymore.
When he started to feel his phone buzz against his thigh, he pounced on it, holding it up to his ear. "Hello? ...Aimee, thank God..." He ran his hand through his hair, slumping against the side of the house in relief when her voice came through the speaker. "Did that idiot get lost on the way back?" he tried to joke, but he still felt like he was dancing on eggshells with her.
“N-no…not exactly…” Aimee said, smiling when she heard Heath’s voice come through the phone. She was only realizing it now but this was the longest she had gone without seeing him or even talking to him. It was wonderful to hear him…and even sound worried. “I’m…I’m at Tate’s place right now.” She tried to make herself sound like she wasn’t enjoying herself so she wouldn’t have to blurt out directly that she wanted to leave because she wasn’t sure what Tate was planning.
“He…he’s asked me to stay the night…” she muttered, looking up at Tate as he shot her a smile. She didn’t want to stay. She wanted to go home. “B-but…” she quickly stuttered, “…if you want me to come home I can tell Tate to drive me back—”
He was just about to answer her when her voice was suddenly dropped, and Tate's sickeningly-sweet voice took over.
“Hey, Mr. Windstrom,” he said brightly, walking into another room so Aimee couldn’t distract him. “Yeah, it’s the strangest thing. We had a lot of fun. Thank you by the way for the restaurant recommendation. It was amazing, actually. We even saw you in some of the tabloids today, online. That redhead…she’s quite a cutie. Aimee thought so too.”
Heath's face darkened, and though she couldn't see him, a sharp intake of breath conveyed his position on the matter of her spending the night at Tate's. He moved the phone to his other ear, clutching it firmly.
Heath stood up, facing the setting sun with very bit of his anger. Tate had deliberately shown her the pictures snuck of him with Stephanie. His voice immediately changed to something harsher, colder than he would ever use with Aimee.
"Listen you twerp. I don't know why you're going out of your way to hurt her, but you being her home now, or I'm coming to get her."
Now that Aimee was in another room, Tate felt a little more comfortable dropping his smiling act. “First of all…Mr. Windstrom, I’m not ever going to hurt her. I have a thing for pretty girls…no what they are.” He shrugged with a smile and looked over his shoulder. “And honestly? I find it comical that you would be worried about me hurting her. I’m not the one gallivanting all over the city with models and skanks, now am I?” At Heath’s sucked in silence, he smiled and went on. “Second…I’ll have you know that she asked to come with me. When we were in the car—”
“Don’t tell him that!” Aimee’s tiny voice squeaked out from another room. “I wasn’t thinking! Heath…don’t listen to him!”
“When we were in the car, she actually asked me if she could stay with me for a while because she was having a hard time dealing with you. So don’t tell me what’s good for her what’s not. She’s confused. If you want her…I can drop her back off, but just know that there’s always going to be someone else like me. Heh…probably better than me. If you don’t care about her…if you’re really that embarrassed to be seen with her…then you should just take her back and let her be with someone who actually likes her. Who actually can see how great she is.”
Heath swallowed and lowered his eyes. The kid had a point, as much as he hated to admit it. Aimee had nearly cried last night. She was always worried she wasn't enough for him but she never seemed to think about that when it came to Tate. But selfish as it was, he couldn't let her go. Not yet.
There was a long silence. "I'll be there in ten minutes," he said shortly.
Then the line went dead.
Tate smiled at the screen as it went dead. “Maybe he’ll actually think for once…huh, Aimee?” he asked, returning into the living room, he noticed that the coffee table was empty. “Aimee?” he asked, his smile turning into a frown. He looked under the coffee table and under the end tables on either side of the couch. Nothing. “Aimee? What the hell? He’s on his way. I think I finally got to him.”
He waited patiently for her to respond but there was nothing. “Aimee come on…this isn’t funny.” He started to watch his step now, nervous because he had no idea where she could be. “Aimee…” he hissed, started to get desperate. “Aimee, he said he’d be here in ten minutes. After that phone call, he’s going to be pretty upset if you’re not around.”
He started to get nervous. Tate had absolutely no idea where she could have gone.
And Heath was on his way.
After interrogating the receptionist, Heath found himself outside the second story apartment. He had rolled up the sleeves of his white button-up, waiting impatiently with his sunglasses folded into the opened "v" of his shirt.
The door opened, and he blew past Tate before he could get another snide word out. "Where is she?" Heath asked, after scanning the man up and down and finding her absent from her usual perch.
“I swear I don’t know!” Tate said, holding up his hands in defense. And honestly, he looked terrified. “I left her on the coffee table when I went to talk to you in another room, and she just was gone when I came back. I didn’t know she could actually climb around like that and stuff! How would I know?” He started looking under the couch again and then moved into the kitchen.
"Dammit." Heath turned away to curse rather loudly. Then he set his mind in business. He paced carefully by both windows. He let his finger slide along the empty windowsill.
“I mean…I swear…I didn’t know, Mr. Windstrom. I honestly meant no harm. I just thought she was cute and you weren’t really appreciating her—” he stopped himself short. “I…I just want to find her, too. I mean…I never knew a human who moved around like that. I thought she’d be perfectly safe on the coffee table…” he looked around the apartment, noticing a few open windows, but there was no way she could get to them…could she? “Do you have any ideas of where she might go?”
He frowned for a moment, taking into consideration the fact that this was not her home. "Maybe…" he replied, stepping more confidently past the living room and pushing open a door that turned out to be the bedroom. He scanned the floor, along the walls where she so smartly clung often times. He paced around to the other side of the room, ignoring the sneakers lying in the middle of the floor. He dropped to the floor and peered under the bed.
She knew Heath was going to be mad. She just knew it! When Aimee heard what Tate told Heath, she was too frightened to face him. Now he was going to know that she had tried to leave! Frightened not only of Tate keeping her but of the fact that Heath would be upset, she had wasted no time, figuring out a way to the floor. She didn’t know the house, but she knew that bedrooms were usually in the back so without thinking, she managed to dodge Tate and find his bedroom and slid under his bed.
It wasn’t nearly as clean and well-kept as Heath’s bed but she was so frightened. She hugged her knees to her chest and waited. It wasn’t long before Heath was at Tate’s door, shouting and demanding to know where she was. He sounded so mad when he spoke to Tate. He obviously wanted her back. She hadn’t been punished in a long time but now she knew she was in for it. He said not to trust Tate and she didn’t listen. She had tried to run away and now he knew everything!
Heath’s heavy footsteps reverberated all around her, shaking the dust bunnies under the bed with her and she started to become really terrified for the first time. He was mad. He was so mad at her. The door flung open and immediately she knew who it was and squeaked a bit as Heath moved around the room, slowly but meticulously. His steps had never frightened her this much.
She saw his knees strike the cheap carpet and suddenly a pair of sharp blue eyes was looking right at her. She had been found. She sucked in a sob…not caring that her make up starting to run and her hair was completely disheveled with dust and so were her clothes. She had no words. She hadn’t listened to him and now he was upset. She deserved whatever she had coming to her.
Heath was so shocked by the look of fear on her face he just stared for a moment. She looked so terrified…of him? She was crying? He slid a hand under the dusty floorboards to gather Aimee into his hand. "What happened?" His brows were knit, concern brimming in his eyes. He didn’t even make to leave the apartment just yet; he just sat up there on the floor and brought her up for closer inspection.
"You look like you've seen a ghost." Heath brought his other hand up, selecting a larger chunk of dust from her hair and gingerly tugging it out. His lips parted as he took her in.
“I…I’m so sorry,” she said, still holding back tears. “I know you said not to trust him, and I should have listened to you.” She backed up against his curled up fingers as she was brought closer to his face, convinced he was still mad at her. “I…I did say that I wanted to leave, but I didn’t mean it. I was just mad, Heath. I was mad…and hurt…” she sucked in a heavy sob and buried her face into her hands.
She winced when she felt Heath’s fingers go to her body, waiting for…a pinch, a smack, something to show that he was mad at her. But nothing came. She peeked out from her hands. “I said I wanted to leave because Tate kept saying…but I shouldn’t have believed him…but I saw the pictures with you and Stephanie... Heath…I was so sure that I didn’t need to be around you…but all I could think about today was you…and now…” she shook her head violently. “And now I messed up. I messed everything up…Just…please don’t me mad at me, Heath. I know I messed up…and I’m sorry.” She winced again, still expecting some sort of reprimand as she waited in the corner of his hand.
"Mad at you? Why would I be mad at you?" Heath whispered with a gentle incredulity. He tilted his head at her. He went to brush her cheek, and she flinched when she peeked up. The action nearly broke his heart. "I'm not- I'm not gonna hurt you. Listen, it's fine..."
She broke into heavy crying now, loud enough for even Tate to hear as he quickly jogged down to his bedroom and saw Heath there inspecting her. “Oh…good,” he said, sounding relieved. “You found her.” He clutched his chest and leaned against the door. “Thank God you found her…is she okay? Are you okay…” he trailed off, watching the scene. She was crying…and loudly. After everything she still cared about him. She still didn’t want him to be upset with her. It was incredible.
He heard Tate behind him, and realized they would have to have a more in-depth discussion in private.
"She's okay." Heath stood up, cupping a second hand near her, as if to shield her further. "Thanks for your concern, Tate," he said crisply.
Tate’s face crumbled slightly when he heard Aimee crying. He wanted to help but he certainly didn’t want this. He moved aside so Heath could walk by and as he led them both to the door, he actually looked quite guilty. “I really am sorry about this, sir. I…I really didn’t mean any harm.”
"I'll get over it." Heath said as he nodded and walked out the door, keeping Aimee close to him as though Tate was poison.
Aimee couldn’t bring herself to say anything as Heath exited Tate’s house and he started to walk towards his car. She was humiliated. Caught. Embarrassed. And there was still a tiny part of her that was upset with the fact Heath had gone out with Stephanie this afternoon. But what did that matter? She couldn’t stop herself from trembling as Heath got into his car and shut the door, the sound making her jump a bit.
“You…you can just put me in the passenger seat so you can drive,” she said in a slow voice, not daring to look up at him. To be honest she was a little afraid of sitting with him in the car. “I know you said you’re not mad at me…but…” she closed her eyes and bit out of the last words, “but I understand that you have every reason to be.” She flinched again, expecting Heath to say something. She had never been actually scared of him, but knowing the mistakes she had made and remembering Heath’s voice earlier, it was hard not to forget her place.
Heath looked down at her. The sight of made his heart lurch in his chest. He thought she would have been angry to see him again... As it turned out, this was probably worse. He barely knew what to do when a girl his size was crying – let alone something as vulnerable and pocket-sized as a human.
"Aimee, did he do anything to you? I need to know if I should file a police report." Get business out of the way. Heath cupped his hands more around her, so she was more surrounded, and he could feel her shaking against his fingers.
She shook her head violently. “N-no…he didn’t do anything,” she said, trying to compose herself. “We went out to lunch…and then I asked to go home and he s-said that he wanted to go to the p-park…so we did…and then I still w-wanted to go home and then he s-said he wanted to show me his apartment. S-so we did.” Aimee looked up at him finally. “I tried to c-call, Heath. I really d-did but he wouldn’t let me use his phone.” She shuddered. “And the way he was t-talking about you…I wasn’t even sure if I w-wanted to talk to you.”
She lowered her head, ashamed as was finally able to stop her voice from trembling. “I was trying so hard to get over you that I didn’t see the danger in going with someone who I hardly knew. It think Tate’s heart was in the right place…but he was just.” She shook her head. “I did ask if I could stay with him for a few days and when I heard him tell you that. I thought you would be mad.”
He was relieved to an extent; Tate couldn't be convicted of being anything more than a douchebag. But he realized why Aimee was so frightened of him now; it had been her idea to stay over in the first place. His eyes widened with quiet realization, and his grip loosened around her.
She shook his head to the notion of him being mad.
"Man, I must have really screwed up," he sighed, almost smiling sadly for a moment – a defense mechanism to hide how hurt he was. She was trying to run away...
“You didn’t screw up anything, Heath…” she said, trying to lift her head up. When it was becoming more obvious that he had no plans on punishing her for her behavior, she started to relax a bit and the trembling started to stop. “I told you that I did, and I am sorry about that.” She stole a look up at him.
“So you’re really not mad at me? For what happened today?” she asked in a hopeful voice. “When I heard you come into Tate’s apartment asking where I was, I assumed that you were upset.”
"I was frickin' pissed at your little boyfriend," Heath admitted, a brief fire igniting in his eyes at the recollection. "But I was mostly worried. If anything happened to you..." he trailed off, not voicing how deeply he felt responsible for her. Like she would believe him anyway.
Even after spending time with him day and night, seeing sides of him no one else did… She had still so easily accepted Tate's accusations over his explanations. She was sorry, but for a moment she had believed him, hadn’t she? Believed that he was no more than a playboy millionaire. It stung more than he thought it would.
“He’s sooo not my boyfriend,” Aimee said with a tiny smile of her own. “I’m actually kind of relieved that he won’t be at the office anymore. He just makes me nervous for some reason. And honestly? It’s kind of weird being around someone who doesn’t like you. I get like defensive and stuff. It’s odd.” She shook her head as though she honestly didn’t understand why Tate’s words had bothered her so much when he talked about Heath.
Heath snuck a quiet look over at her. She had defended him? Heath looked down when he felt her shift. "I can't say I blame you for wanting some breathing room... I've been changing my mind like a pubescent teenage girl these past couple of days." He gave her a halfhearted smile, in an effort to make her lighten up.
“No…you’re fine, Heath. I wasn’t kidding when I said that I understand your hesitation. And I respect that. I can’t expect someone like you to just…you know…be okay with everything. Despite everything, like I told you earlier I wouldn’t want to cause any trouble for your company. Tate showed me the articles after all…”
He leaned over, looking oddly unsure of what to say next, and let her slide off into her little human sized seat. The engine roared to life. Heath slipped on his sunglasses and backed out of the apartment complex, onto the main road.
She returned his smile, hoping to lighten the mood bit and trying not to look upset when he placed her in the seat. There was a small part of her that wanted to sit with him…wanted to be close to him, but that was her former feelings talking. As they started to move she spoke again.
“But speaking of breathing room…how was your date, boss-man? I saw some picture of you with the leggy redhead, Stephanie? It looked like you were having a lot of fun.” She was trying to be playful in her voice but it was obvious that it was fake. Still though…this was what she had to do.
"Oh uh it was fine. Killed some time over drinks, walked around for a while." He shrugged. "Nothing too crazy.” His expression was unchanging, fixed on the road. He ran his lips together in recollection of the kiss Stephanie had snuck in the car. "She's funny. I think you two would get along actually," he added carefully, knowing he was treading on thin ice with this topic.
Aimee winced on the inside, but didn’t let it show. “Oh? Well that’s great. Amazing, actually. Congrats. I’m really happy to hear you’re having fun, Heath.’ She leaned forward in her seat, her mind deep in thought. She could do this. She could do it. No matter how much it hurt, she wasn’t going to give Heath a hard time about it. He’d made no secret about dating other women. That was his lifestyle.
“She sounds amazing,” she said, looking towards the window. “I guess you’ll have to introduce me to her one, day. You deserve a girl who makes you happy. Good job, boss man.”
She fell silent for the rest of the trip home and Heath didn’t bother speaking again. As the car slowed up to a stop in his driveway, she was still passive about the whole thing. She was the one who asked, so it only made sense that he would answer. Of course she didn’t expect it to hurt so much. Just the picture of seeing Heath with that beauty made her mouth dry.
Aimee remained silent when the car stopped and Heath reached over to take her out of the human passenger seat. What was there really to say? As he lead them back inside, he offered to let her take a bath. For a moment she was sure the only place she could bathe was in that weird circle tub attached to his pool outside with steam coming off it, but he led her to his bathroom and filled up the sink.
Heath didn't ask when he unbuckled and grabbed her on his way out of the car. But his hands were careful – always careful. He let her pick out a change of clothing, then offered to give her down time to herself to freshen up in the bathroom. Once he was gone, she relaxed in the hot water, trying to keep her mind clear and focused. She could hear Heath’s voice down the hall talking about taking Tate off the payroll and she couldn’t help but smirk. Wouldn’t it be nice if she could ‘terminate’ Stephanie? She giggled before growing serious. It wasn’t Stephanie. There would always be another one. Tate had said that himself. Groaning, she simply moved around in the water, lost in her thoughts, smiling and just trying to enjoy herself.
Even though they weren't in the same room, there was a certain weight off their shoulders about being home. Without realizing it, Heath had begun to include Aimee herself in his definition of "home."
After a proper amount of time, he knocked on the door. He entered slowly, but when there was no complaint, Heath stood fully in front of the sink. Her defenses were down when the door cracked open and Heath’s head poked in. Quickly, she moved over to the part of the sink with the most bubbles and quickly tried to cover herself. She was too shy to even tell him to leave, but as he approached he only looked at her like one does when they walk in on a child. A fondness. He wasn’t embarrassed. He couldn’t even see her body as a woman’s body. She wondered what would happen if Heath had walked in on Stephanie like this.
A fond smile tugged on his lips. She looked more relaxed. Until he walked in anyways. "Hey, can I show you something?"
“Y-yes?” she finally croaked out, her voice sounding a little raspy from the steam in the sink. She looked up at him and pushed dark wet strands away from her face. It was odd to see him looking down at her like this, but fear was out of her mind now. There was just want. “Uh…yeah,” she mused. “You can show me something. Do you need me to get out of here first? Because if you do, you’re going to have to turn around.”
He blinked, suddenly realizing that it wasn't that she was comfortable being seen, she just wasn't voicing her discomfort in being seen in such an open position.
"Oh. Yeah. Sorry, I thought..." he stumbled out an incomplete sentence as he took several steps to the side and turned to face the wall. He tried to put himself in her shoes. Great, now he looked like a complete perv on top of it. Cherry on the cake.
“You thought what?” Aimee asked him as he turned away. “You that humans lacked humility, boss man?” Her tone was teasing but she couldn’t help but wonder if there was any truth to this statement.
"No!" he said quickly. "I knocked! You didn't say anything, and then you just... I… Assumed…" His usual articulate nature seemed have taken a brief vacation. What was he supposed to say? That he had just gone along with it because he wanted to see her naked? Just thinking about it…hearing her splash quietly in the water, tiny bare wet feet hitting the tile... She wasn't making it easy to be a gentleman.
Alright, alright, calm down. I was only half teasing,” Aimee said when it was evident that she had obviously flustered him. He was embarrassed. It was a nice surprise to see that even though he had been with another woman earlier today, she could still make him nervous. She loved it when he stumbled and stuttered over his words. It made him seem more…less like a robot.
Once she was certain he was facing the wall, she climbed out from the sink and started to towel off using the nearest washcloth. If felt amazing to get all those dust bunnies and who knew what else off her so she couldn’t help but let out a pleasing sigh at that. “Ahh…” she moaned, almost forgetting that Heath was in the room with her. Flushing, she quickly changed into the clothing she had grabbed for the night.
It was Thursday night but not quite late enough for a nightgown so instead she had picked out a pair of wide-leg loose white pajama pants with a silver leaf pattern on them and a deep red tank top. Her hair was messy but there wasn’t much she could do about that.
“Okay, you’re good now,” she called over to Heath as she stood on the edge of the bathroom counter and waited. “What is that you wanted to show me?”
A faint tinge of pink in his cheeks was the only evidence of his train of thought when he turned around. He laid out a hand for her flat, letting her step up this time. He tried to raise the arm slowly so she could stay standing up.
"I don't want to keep you in the dark anymore," he said. The water drained quietly from the sink as the two moved towards the office.
“Keep me in the dark about what?” she asked as they moved through the house. It was odd. Heath was up to something. He was heading towards his office, but she didn’t have the slightest clue why. “You’re making me a little nervous, Heath,” she said quietly.
"Sorry." He laughed quietly, coming to sit down in the black desk chair. He closed his hand around her briefly so he could put her down on the desk in between him and the keyboard. His large hands slid in each side of her, typing a short phrase into the search engine.
"I thought about what Tate said this afternoon. Jerk or not, I've been playing by the whole 'ignorance is bliss' thing when it comes to you. I'm not trying to coddle you; what you don't know can't hurt you. But if you're dying to know..." He shook his head slightly as he glanced up. "So, here's the buzz." He pointed at the screen: dozens of news articles were listed, featuring creative and sometimes painfully blunt headlines.
Her blue eyes scanned the screen. She didn’t have the time to read the articles individually but various words started to jump out at her.
I have been tagged by so here we go...
1. What movies are you looking forward to seeing? Hmmm...I'm looking forward to Frozen, 12 Years a Slave, Wolf of Wall Street and Catching Fire
1. What movies are you looking forward to seeing? Hmmm...I'm looking forward to Frozen, 12 Years a Slave, Wolf of Wall Street and Catching Fire
2 what is your favorite late night snack ? I'm not supposed to be eating late night snacks. I'm on a diet.
3. What is your favorite kind of pizza ? Plain or with tomato slices! Yum yum!
4. Do you play a musical instrument ? I used to play the violin. I still miss it sometimes.
5. What is your dream job ? Being a successful author! Or at least making enough money to support myself.
6. Do you like to read ? Oh HECKS YES. Too much.
7. Do you have any pets ? Yup yup! I have a pug, a beagle mix and two adorable cats.
8. What is your favorite saying ? "Don't compare someone else's chapter twenty to your chapter one."
9. If you could go back in time and meet one person, who would you meet ? Hmmm...time travel scares me.
10. What is your favorite store ? I love going to Marshall's and Ross. I just never know what I'm going to find.
I think I'll spare people being tagged this time around. But hey, if you want to answer these or some of these questions so I can get to know you..please do!
I think I'll spare people being tagged this time around. But hey, if you want to answer these or some of these questions so I can get to know you..please do!