Ask Him Yourself

Tasha's jaw drops the moment she sees me. She points at me, standing from her spot on her blanket.

“Y-you’re wearing Declan’s jersey!”

I smile, “I am.”

“Did he ask you to be his girlfriend?”

“Yes,” I whisper, though he didn’t really ask me. It doesn’t matter though, I’m his girlfriend now and that’s the important thing.

Tasha squeals, clapping her hands together as she turns to dig up something