Page 9 of My best friends little sister

The car ride was great with angel, we talked and laughed and she even made me sing along with her to her favourite band, who knew such a sweet delicate girl would be so into rock music?

We talked about a lot, mostly about angelica going back to school, she took a little while off after everything went down with her mom because she thought she'd end up homeless but now that she's living with us shes going back.

We pull up to the market and I once again open the door for her ''we'll start this end at the fruit and veg, as we go down theres things like food stalls, some second hand item tents and then a couple plant stalls.

Dont leave my side or you'll get lost'' she nods in response and heads to the first stall

We explore the market for about 2 hours, the heat increasing but every so often a slight breeze appears cooling us down.

Watching angelica here warmed my heart, like she was in her natural element, we bought fruit, vegetables, eggs, some amazing fresh bread and cheese and even stopped by a deli stall to pick up some fresh meat.

I watched as angel gawked over the flowers, smelling every single type and talking with the small elderly woman behind the stall.

I cant help but stare at her as she enjoys every little thing, her beautiful dimpled smile, her laugh, her fair skin in the sunlight.

I saw the way men were looking at her and it enraged me, every glance, every smirk, every whisper made about her made my blood boil but when I looked at her, everything calmed, like there was nothing in the world but her

I notice her looking at a specific bundle of flowers before leaning down and smelling them, the way her eyes lit up when she saw them made my heart melt.

She looked at them for awhile before moving to another stall full of plants, I follow behind her but keep my attention locked on the flowers, I need to get them.

I watch her wonder a little more down the table and talk to the woman behind it, when I feel shes distracted enough I go back to the flower stall

I pull away from her and clear my throat as I feel my pants starting to get tight ''lets head back, I need to start on dinner soon'' I grab her hand in mine and head back to the car, her hand is so soft and so small compared to mine, I'm slightly scared ill crush it.

Angel doesnt take her eyes off her flowers, a smile still firmly imprinted onto her lips.

I'm glad shes happy, I could see just how much she loved them.

''You know, youre the first person to ever give me flowers'' that one sentence made my heart skip a beat.

The first person to give her flowers, her first

I was her first