The Last Laugh

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Heather's POV:

The next day was a Saturday. There was no work. I decided to get back to my natural hair color. I'd recently added a bit of blonde to my hair. My real hair color was similar to that of Sawyer but a little lighter than hers.

After a visit to the spa with Shirley and some hanging out, we decided to go get our hair done.

"Now you're fully a brunette." Shirley said as we left the saloon.

"Yeah."

"You seem odd to me now. I've always been used to you having that dirty blonde color."

"Well, you'll have to get used to it now." I said entering my car. She joined me in.

"So?" Shirley asked.

"So what?"

"Where are we going?"

"Uh, home?"

"It's only four PM!"

"And? Shirley, we did everything we were supposed to do. Shopping, spa and the saloon."

She pouted like a stubborn kid.

"Then sleep over at my place! Please. This whole month you spent with me made me very fond of you. And plus, I can't sleep at your place because of that bitch."

I rolled my eyes. I'd told Shirley to stop calling Sawyer a bitch but she wouldn't. Anyway, I understood her. They didn't like each other.

"I won't be able to, Shirley. I want to pass this following week with my family."

"Why? What's so special about the week??"

looked at her

be moving into my own apartment

Her eyes widened.

"You serious?"

want to spend this

Won't your mother be

a young, independent woman. They'll have

will you start packing

I smiled at her.

that apartment. It's the type that comes with every furniture needed. I

Sawyer would go

crazy if I remain in that house that isn't rightfully ours. I swear, sometimes I feel like

me

thought you believed that Sheridan

as I started the car, "...my mother

you believe them just

admit it

came

can still

then, I have to accept that he's

And she remained until I dropped her

Tears filled my eyes. I had to get

Ace's POV:

riding. I had a sudden feeling of nostalgia. It'd been long I'd not rode a horse. Something I loved to do. I couldn't buy one here in los Angeles though. I wanted to have at least one pet. A white dog would be perfect. I'd call it strike, just like the white horse I had when I was a kid. I was sure Christina had sold him off. That

to buy

I

if Sawyer insisted on coming to my house? I couldn't bring her there. She would get suspicious of me when she would discover that a

didn't really appreciate living all alone. I had an idea. I picked up the phone and called

"Hello?"

"Hey, hello Keith, watup?"

man.

for the moment. I

"Go 'head."

there any