They say real love doesn't meet you at your best. It meets you in your mess.
And what a bloody mess it was when Aaliyah Rosario and Zion Tanner met each other.
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𝗦𝗵𝗲 is a mix of a strong heart, fragile mind and an exhausted body a...
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Jace was leaning on the wall beside me, watching me intently. He was still worried about me and insisted on walking up to my apartment door and was now stubbornly waiting for me to open the door and enter. Entering into my apartment, I left the door open just in case he wanted to step in, I threw my bag and myself on the couch with a tired groan.
"I still don't think that you're oka—", Jace shut the door behind him and kneeled before me. I flicked his forehead to stop him from completing his sentence, "I am completely okay Jace. This was the second fight I witnessed today. That's it.", I pushed him off me, "I really don't want to throw you out of my apartment, but I have to. I don't want your dad to come barging into my house with security."
"I'm kicking you out of my apartment because I don't want to deal with your fucked up dad.", Jace mocked me and walked towards the door begrudgingly. I laughed and gave him a push on his back just to annoy him a little more, "I would love for you to spend the afternoon with me but I'm choosing to kick you out of my apartment." Jace and I both laughed at our stupid banter. He promised me that he would text me two weeks before the main event so I could prepare myself to attend a party filled with power-hungry, rich people. I gave him a tight hug and a kiss on his cheek before letting him go on his way out.
I was alone. Again.
The buzzing of my phone brought me out of my mind and I rushed towards it. Not many people called me so you can't blame me for not wanting to miss someone's call just in case it was an emergency. It wasn't a call, it was a text. From Ava.
Finally!
Ava: This family emergency is kicking my ass, give me ways to kill my mum using her custom couch pillows.
Me: Make her lay on the said pillow and give her a head massage.
Ava: And how is she going to die from that?
I could imagine Ava's infamous glare etched on her face after reading my texts.
Me: From heart attack or shock because her daughter is finally doing nice stuff for her.
Ava: Bold of you to assume she'll have time to even lay her head on the pillow for a few minutes. She's yelling at me again. I gtg, I miss you so much pooh bear.
I giggled and scrunched my nose at her choice of the weird nickname. I quickly typed a reply back. I reminded myself to call her sometime later.
