10/11/2014
As my eyes opened, I got the feeling that a shitty was coming ahead, yeah that with shitty rain pouring outside, dark grey clouds, it really had got it all to be a huge shit. It started with Sophia returning back To Berlin. After I accompanied her to the Dortmund Train Station, and waited for her to hop in her train, I had tears in my eyes, telling her a goodbye as it was the last time we ever saw each other. Those tears were probably caused by my hurt emotional state of mind, and mostly because I still had those remorse affecting me, yes for my harsh behavior towards Marco. Sophia had said to let her know about the situation, she was worried too, very much to be precise. She only wanted me to be happy in my relation with Marco, and could do anything to preserve it. The strong maturity she had for her young age was just outstanding, Sophia was near to be an adult, the little one. On behalf of that, I was in need of caffeine to boost me up, as I slept just for two or three hours on last night. Every time I had my eyes closed, Marco's face appeared, with that mad expression, and the fact we argued was making the situation worse. Yes Marco wasn't stupid and he knew I was lying to him. I preferred to stay back and gave him his space to calm himself. Whenever he was angry, he needed to rest his mind all alone in his bubble, and I had respected that. No text messages, whatssap or Phone calls to him. What was the best solution to solve our problem? Pronouncing other lies to cover the shitty mess already generated. I didn't know myself.
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The thought of having the shop inventory to be done also had my nerves on. Okay, yes, I appreciated my job, but not every sides of it, and the inventory made part of the things I would miss tho it was a compulsory task. What gave me the strength enough to brave that, was that once I'd be done with the counting, I'd leave straight to home. I had ask an early leaving permission and Tanya approved it, my luck, a miracle. I truly wished new miracles would occur, that Marco would come at the shop by surprise for a hug. But I was doubting that this would occur, I was taking my dream for an untrue reality.
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"Are you done counting the body scrubs?" Kaylee asked me, as she wrote on the paper what she counted on her side, that was the perfume side. Hopefully that Kaylee paid me a surprise visit at the shop and kindly invited herself to help me out with that bloody annoying inventory, so it couldn't arrive at a better moment.
"Oh no, not yet, I still have those two shelves remaining." I said, staring at my page.
"So yes, Let me give you other details about the late Star Bucks coffee date I had with Ilkay, remember, when we walked to my car, he said "Keen for a late coffee." Awwww damn, How could I had resist to his puppy eyes, he's absolutely cute Brookie, we introduced more into each other, and I found out we have much more in common than I thought." Kaylee said having that lunatic voice.
"Ehmmm and what do you guys have in common.?" I asked.
"We love exotic spicy food, coffee, discover what the world has to offer, travel to amazing places, dogs, movies, parties, craziness, he's just ... Wonderful."
"Waow, all of that, that's nice Kaylee." I said with a dry tone. Of course that I was happy for her, and she shared those little details with me, but I was too much preoccupied by my own life matters, and Marco. Earlier I've break the hostility first by sending him a text message, and still no reply came back from him. That made me feels even more nervous.
"Yeah... Oh and I forgot to tell you, he had invited me to the friendly dinner you guys had, but I kindly declined it, I didn't want to show up just like that .... He just broke up with the duck face, Rumors will start to flow, etc etc .. No drama is needed... Ah yeah and Sila called him on last week, begging Ilkay to give her a last chance, and he was like no way.... I love his sang froid. [Kaylee squeezed my shoulder], Brookie, are you with me." She asked astonishingly.
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One In A Million
FanfictionIt started in Ibiza with a first but cold contact. Brooke is an ordinary girl, living her life, enjoying the simple things that life has to offer. Marco is rich, a famous footballer, and living a luxurious life style. Something with Brooke definite...
