Kaylene
By the time we arrive at Venice beach, I had turned my phone off. Life was quieter when I didn’t bother with it. It didn’t bother me that Chase had to answer his phone periodically, he still had a business to run and with what happened yesterday he has a lot more to handle.
Unlike our trip to Clearwater, we spent the whole ride talking and getting to know each other. I’m surprised at how open and forthcoming I’ve become with him. The feeling that I’ve known him before only grew stronger as the days went by. The dreams aren’t helping. Sometimes it feels more like flashbacks than anything else.
I got to know about his family, those he considers friends, hobbies, and most surprising that he was raised in Florida. I can’t lie they all sound interesting. His friends sound like walkin
