Chapter 373

"Is there any reason why you want to assassinate my hair?" He says looking at me and I smile looking back at him.

"That was for not telling me that Aunt was coming back tomorrow, I mean seriously, what are we going to do, what are we going to do about the amount of people in this house?"

"Who even suggested that we invite people in the first place? Oakley says looking at me and I feel like slapping her, I feel like slapping the life out of her.

I mean exactly what does she want to achieve by making me go through so much stress, exactly what does she want to achieve by making me go through this much stress.

"I can only handle so much you know" she simply rolls her eyes, she rolls her eyes as she focuses back on the horrible piece that she's playing and I have to give smile at Adrian.

"Can you give her a few lessons before you go so she doesn't commit this sort of atrocity every day after today?"

Oakley is looking happy she's looking happy but then her face falls immediately.

"Scott taught Adrian how to play, I want him to teach me how to play too".

Scott simply laughs from where he's lying down. He is simply laughs lying down almost like he's laughing at something quite funny.

"Why was that?" she says cocking an eyebrow up and Scott clears his throat.

'it is often said that you should cherish what you have before you end up losing it".

"what exactly do I have at this point?" Oakley says looking at us confused and he simply smiles.

"You have the chance to learn from Adrian, you have the chance to learn from Adrian himself, you better take it and not think that I will help you in any way later".

"You aren't going to help me, you're going to teach me" Oakley says looking at him and I can feel him smiling.

I can feel him smiling as he snuggles into my lap all the more.

I'm holding a strand of hair, I'm holding a literal braid of his hair and I'm trying to untangle it.

I do not want to go anymore down the road of panic, I'd do anything simply in a panic, instead I am trying my best to untangle his hair, his hair is really curly, it is really curly, and soft and so it is almost slipping through my fingers.

"I don't know did you wet your hair before Oakley braided it?" I say looking at him and he shakes his head, eyes still closed.

You can see a smile playing on his lips, you can see a smile playing on his lips and I do not want to know what that smile means.

"Your hair is oddly hard for someone who did not wet it"

"Can we stop talking about me and washing my hair, and can you just focus on what you are doing?""