The three of us laugh. Letting the jokes stop as we focus back on eating our breakfast. So we might see them. If only the two sweetest girls I've ever met could be on holiday alone. Without Hanna the home wrecker. I look over at him with a scowl. He's grinning. Obviously trying to wind me up. Pretending to be unbothered. Grin hasn't budged. He's loving this. Unfair when it's my birthday. Hanna banana has the best smile I've ever seen. She should model.
Smile like that can't go unnoticed in the world. It'd be a shame. I want to hit him. He's joking, I know. But I want to hit him. I scowl even more at him. Pout my lips. Jokes not funny anymore. Wasn't funny from the start actually. Complimenting another girls smile at my birthday breakfast is very rude and very disrespectful. I'm grateful that my mum and family aren't paying attention to us right now because they would of flamed him if they saw that he upset me on my birthday. He didn't though.
I know he's joking. I'm just touchy on all things hanna related. He laughs, pulls my chair closer so he can slip an arm over my shoulder. I just blink back. Confused as to what I should answer to that weird question. And everything about you. Your smile, your eyes, your dimples, your hair, your nose, your everything, is a million times better than a smile belonging to some random girl I couldn't care less about.
He's making it so hard to stop liking him. He says things like this that make me fall even deeper. Never could it compare to yours. Not even on the same wavelength. My minds gone blank. All that's in my head is what he just said. Thought you knew that. Try Premium. Log in Sign Up. New Reading List. Report Story. Send to Friend. Where stories live.
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