Alabama
I hop out of the car and wave bye to my sisters. I pull out my phone and text dad, telling him that I came home, so he won't look for me when he gets home. I walk to the house, and before I can put in my pass code, the door swings open. Standing there, looking even better than the last time I saw him, is Jeremiah. On the way here, I had worked myself up and thought of everything I was going to say. Now I am drawing blanks. "Jeremiah. I think we need to talk," I manage to at least get that out. He nods and moves, so I can walk inside my house.
It smells so good in here. I notice he has a candle lit, and it looks like he has cleaned up. I sit on the couch, and he sits at the other end of it. I hate the distance, even if it is not much. I want him to wrap his arms around me and hug
