Stella
“Rambo, stop it!" I laugh as he grabs at his tug toy. I'm not trying to play with him, I'm trying to clean up the living room.
Since I started school full-time things have been a little on the crazy side. Unofficially I've moved in with Ransom, and Kelsea's okay with that. We still see each other at work. She's spending more time doing things independently and I have a feeling it's driving Nick crazy, but he hasn't said anything to me yet. I'm waiting, I'm not sure how long I'll be waiting for, but I know at some point my brother's going to get his head out of his ass.
Because Ransom's been hurt and hasn't really been able to clean much, and I've been doing homework more than I care to admit, this house has become a mess. Today I had two classes, no homework, and I wasn't schedu
