I leaned against Ty and picked up another photo. "We have to keep this one," I commented. He peered over my shoulder.
"Oh, no!" He shouted. I pouted. I liked it. It was of Me and Ty and we were ten and twelve. It was at Rocky's Birthday, and Ty and me were digging into the cake as Rocky was behind us, mad that we were eating the cake without her.
"Hey cece." A twelve mwaka old Ty whispered. I looked up at hi, taking my eyes off of Rocky opening presents.
"What." I snapped, wanting to get back to watching my best friend opening her present. I got her a makeup set and she still...