*Lisa's point of view*
I walk hurriedly up the stairs after Charlie. I have no idea why I feel kind of obligated to make sure that he is okay. I mean, it's not like he is my boyfriend or anything. I'm not even sure whether I like him. For all I know, I'm just grateful because he's been there for me since I discovered that I was pregnant.
Being pregnant sucks.
I hate how bossy he is. I don't like being bossed around. Like who the hell is he? He is always all over telling me what to do.
'Lisa, don't take wine, it's not good for the baby..lisa, don't sleep on your belly,..Lisa, don't skip meals..Lisa Lisa Lisa, the hell??
I daresay that he is not so bad though. He always got my back. And he is a damn good kisser too. I have kissed him only once, that was last night on my birthday. Leave
