21. NOBODY MISSED YOU!

Quensilla's POV
The next morning I was the first to get up, I rake my hand over my face as Theodore lay sleeping
soundly, he looked like a baby. His pink lips were slightly pouted, and his hair fell over his forehead.
He needs a trim.
I slowly push my pillow in my place and stand, quietly opening my wardrobe. What am I wearing today?
I grab a blue T-shirt that said 'I'm an Irish Potato', and some dark jeans, with tiny rips. I throw it on my chair and eye Theodore to make sure he...