Because Of Her.

26 | There's nothing I haven't seen.

Songs for this chapter :

I have questions by Camila Cabello

Too late by Weeknd.

(I feel like these two songs are just perfect for what they're going through. It fits a lot to their current situation.)

"When did you come though?" Amy asks. I place the pillows in order on my bed after dusting my bed sheet.

"A little around eleven I guess. I am sorry that I didn't inform you. I lost track of time." More like lost myself in the storm that swept out of nowhere yesterday.

"Oh." I turn around when I hear the hint of teasing in her monosyllable.

"What was that?"

"My time to shine." She smirks.

"What?"

"Amy! What the hell is brewing in that head of yours?" I ask when she starts wiggling her eyebrows and makes heart sign.

"Nothing except something else is brewing in someone's heart." She teases me and I finally get what she is gesturing here.

"You cannot be serious. Dylan is my friend for god sake."

"I never claimed otherwise."

"But your weird oh-ing and preschooler signs are telling me otherwise." I roll my eyes.

"Yeah well now I am cringing at that but I am surprised that you stayed that late with him considering you didn't want to meet him in first place." She grabs the painting brush off my desk and moves it on her cheek.

"Yeah well I got late off from work so..." I trail off not knowing how to fill her in about last night. I want to tell her but at the same time I don't because what exactly I am even going to tell her? That Liam followed me again, tried to convince me that he is saint and wanted me to love him even though I am fully desperately in love with him. Hell even saying all that makes my head hurt and I can't imagine how she is going to act. Besides I don't want her to act in anyway. Telling Amy about yesterday means going through that again and I don't know why but yesterday encounter with him seems so private to me. Maybe this is why I don't want to share it however it turned out, I want it that way.

"I have hardly remember you mentioning that guy. Is he boring?" She asks and sits on my newly made bed, still rubbing the brush on her cheek.

"No. What made you think that?" I ask pulling out my books from shelf to dust them.

"Because you hardly mention it duh. I assume he may not be that funny and..."

"He is nice Amy. The reason I didn't talk about him with you is because of what you did when you walk in here." I remind her and she throws that brush on me. I gasp and good for her that brush isn't new. I pick that up and use it to clean the dust in the corner of shelf.

"Want me to get a microscope too or maybe a magnifying glass?" She mocks me and I hit my forearms in Ross's style at her. She gasps and originally shows me her middle finger.

"I don't want to see the unholy finger." I tell her and see her eyebrows raising up.

"Did I just hear double meaning from you?" She gapes.

"And you are not even denying it. Gross." I scrunch my nose and throw the brush back at her when I finish cleaning the corners.

"My god! You are finally growing up." She dramatically wipes her tears and I resist the urge to not roll my eyes.

"Stop being melodramatic and get your butt engage in cleaning or either make us breakfast."

"I call dibs on breakfast you do cleaning." She rushes out of my room and I scoff. Yeah as if it will be other way around. She hates cleaning and would do anything as long it doesn't require broom, cleaning rugs and freshener. But then again I don't mind it because I get to do however I feel like, according to my liking.