Eleven Favours I Owe Him (Kismet-on hold)

Chapter 12

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Chapter 12

"Close the curtains," I murmur to Alvin as the sun peaks out the gaps, temporarily irritating my eyes. His brown eyes however are full of pity and a hint of annoyance.

I have been emotionally dead for the past week since Greyson left to England. The way we left things makes me uneasy and it affected my school and work.

Thursday night I made a mistake during our performance. It was not noticeable, but Alvin's ears are sharp. He kind of just gave me a pointed look telling me to get my shit together while we're working. I know I do, but it's difficult when everything I do reminds me of him.

When the weekend rolls by and Alvin doesn't hear a single word from me he decides to pay me a little visit-catching me in pj's, a tub of ice cream and a bundle of DVDs. Now, I munch on the leftover pizza while sitting on the couch and watching House.

"What in the..." He says seeing the empty tub of ice cream and pizza box on the coffee table. "Have you gone mad?" Alvin shakes his head in distaste, his brown hair tousles at the motions.

"Lemme alone,'" I reply, shooting him with a droll stare.

"Whatever. Look, your mom called and she's worried about you. Greyson left but we're still here okay? So get your butt out of that couch so we can go to the movies." He retorts in an excited tone.

He definitely has a point, nothing's going to happen if I stay home, moping about Greyson's untimely stay overseas. The truth is I'd love to go to the movies, eating popcorn while sitting on thinly foamed chair; but being bathe with the customary sarcasm a broken heart needs which our trustee misanthropic man has packed seems the best choice right now.

"I don't wanna," I whimper like a child having an episodic tantrum. In turn, Alvin turns the TV off and before I can complain, he draws the curtain revealing the sunny Sunday afternoon.

"It burns!" I yell in surprise and dive for the pillow to cover my eyes but before I could grab it, Alvin throws the pillow across the room.

"Get dressed!" He orders as he drags me out of the couch, slings me-with no visible effort-to his shoulders and drops me to my room, leaving me in privacy to change.

I sigh in disbelief seeing that he is giving me no other choice. He will not stop bothering me until I can prove to him that I'm okay. I guess it'll ease my mom's worries, so fine, I'll go

Stripping out of my pjs I fish out my washed out short and an oversized plain grey off-shoulder chiffon blouse and ripped pair of denim shorts, pairing it with my grey toms and pull my hair into a pony tail. Before going out the room I empty my satchel leaving my wallet, iPod, and Zane's garments rolled up nicely at the bottom-who knows when I'll see him next.

As I'm turning to leave, I glance at my phone, where Greyson's picture is on lock screen, smiling happily during our carnival rendezvous.

Every fiber of my being misses him. Our situation is so much different than before. I know that he likes me now-more than a friend-and a part of me wants to tell him that I have been in love with him for the longest time but I fear that it'll hurt our relationship more. Besides he also has his future to focus on, I'd be nothing else but a sense less distraction to him.

Unhooking the necklace, I tuck it in my music box along with my family picture and the $10,000 that I haven't told my mom about-she'll probably freak out and will ask me to return it right away. For now, I'll have to keep it out of sight. Remembering what Greyson and I could have had if I asked him to stay.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Before another wave of melancholia and what ifs hits me again, I open the door-Alvin waiting on the other side. .