ARIA'S POV
"I can't believe you're defending him," I said, rolling my eyes at Vi.
Vi giggled. "You gotta admit, it was pretty funny."
I tried to hide my smile behind my hand, but she grabbed my wrist. "Aha, there it is. You're smiling! See! You're not a dull b***h after all!"
I swatted her away. "Oh, stop. He was being totally inappropriate."
"Totally inappropriate," she mocked, putting her hands on her hips before bending over in another fit of giggles.
A knock on the door interrupted her giggling, and we stared at each other from across the couch. We had made it back to Grandma Jo's, which I was still calling it, despite it technically being my home now, and I would probably still always call it that. And it was late at night now, and the fact that someone was knocking at the door
