Dear Diary,
My father is dead.
He burnt down our house.
I don't know how to feel; numb?
I know I love Tyson Benson.
I know things are getting better.
Mission accomplished.
~Aria
I woke up in Ty's arms we were at the bottom of his bed curled up in a ball. I silently chuckled and then looked at the clock it was already four in the afternoon.
I untangled myself from Ty and then crept out the door. I walked downstairs to find Carter watching some weird movie and of course eating pizza.
He looked over and smiled when he saw me.
"Hey Carter," I smiled.
"Hey Aria," he greeted.
"I just wanted to make sure we're cool," I added.
He looked relived as he nodded his head.
"We're cool as ice," he smiled while fist pounding my knuckles.
I laughed.
"Okay good, sorry you were put in that position," I commented.
"Oh trust me it will happen again," he clarified.
"Looking forward to it," I teased.
"Looking forward to what?" I heard a voice ask from behind me; Ty.
I turned around.
"Sleeping beauty awakens," I announced while running over to him and hugging him.
"Are you going to answer my question?" he chuckled while hugging me back.
"The next time you're being a dick," Carter stated from the couch.
I laughed.
"Oh you find that funny?" Ty asked.
I nodded against his chest. He then lifted me up so I was eye level with him.
"Please don't drop me," I pleaded.
"Please have you seen these guns?" he smirked.
"Yes so again I say please don't drop me," I smirked back.
I'm pretty sure the spitting sound was Carter spitting out his pizza. I could hear him choking and laughing at the same time.
"Is that so?" he asked.
"Indeed," I smiled sweetly.
He then lifted me up over his head and placed me on his shoulders.
"TY," I squealed.
"Tell me you love me," he teased.
"I love you," I shouted.
"Who's the strongest person alive?" he asked.
"Um Taylor Lautner," I replied.
"Arrabella, I am four times stronger than that chump," he pouted.
"He is not a chump Tyson," I scolded.
"I guess you want to stay up there," he threatened.
"What if I fall backwards and die?" I asked. He froze for a second and now he was holding my hands.
"Tyson Dalton Benson is the strongest wolf person there is," I stated.
"Aw thanks," he teased while squatting down so I could get off.
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Dear Diary, I Have a Mate
WerewolfArrabella Middletin hasn't spoken a word since she was eight years old. The only thing she shares her thoughts with is her diary. She lives with her abusive father and is starting a new school. With a dad that freaks out when she makes a friend or e...
