"Our little makeup buddy." I laugh and turn back to the book. "I've told her to bring my album, so you don't have to die of embarrassment on your own."
"I haven't looked at in ages. It was Misa's actually. So I have no clue." I laugh and point to an embarrassing picture and chuckle. "What the hell are you wearing?"
I laugh and point to a one of her as a baby. "That one is pretty cute." I look at the next one of the baby crying and laugh. "Okay, that one isn't as cute."
I knock on the door. "Hey, can I come in?"
"Yeah, the door is open," I call, glaring at James. I turn a few pages, past the baby photos, and frown when I see a picture of me sitting with a blonde girl.
"Hey." I open the door with my back, holding Misa and James's photo album. I also brought the only three photos I have from me as a kid. "Oh, now I see why I have these."
I slump down on the floor and see James giggling at me. What the hell does he find so funny? "Thanks." I chuckle and take the album from her, glancing at the bin where the torn dress was.