“Well if that’s the case, I’d better not see anyone else first in line.” A hand runs through her hair in the most JOSIE/DIVA way as possible, her free palm on her hip as she shrugged her shoulders, biting her lip as he smiled. It was always one of her favorite qualities about the ginger teen.
“How could I NOT be there?” Her on fleek brows furrow, ebony hand reaching up to cup his cheek. “After all you have done for me? How you stood by me when I thought I had no one? You showed me so much..taught me so much. You do not owe me a thing, Andrews. Your dad was the best.”