Mystery Girl || Xolo Maridueña x OC *COMPLETED*

"Chapter Twenty"

After breakfast, Jacob was able to keep me company but I then tried to go back to my room but he insisted on helping me. I wanted to be alone again. I know I can't hide from everyone but I just want time to think once again.

For this past month, I never got to have "me," time like I used to everyday. I'm always with Jacob, Xolo... I do love them all but— 

I took a deep breath. I looked through the journal after writing my last ever entry in it this morning. It felt bittersweet to end this journal after writing it for years. I look back at it each time as a reminder of everything that has changed once again.

I'm in a home with a boyfriend and our roommate who's like a brother to the both of us, I've reconnected with Jon's family, Betsy the "crazy woman" is god knows dead from what the last cryptic message she said while I was at the hospital...

But I still haven't my question answered: what happened to Judy and Elijah? I know Betsy said I wouldn't be able to adopt them but who would take in the kids? I hope they're in a loving home and have parents and family that truly love the two.

I closed the journal, wiping my tears. My phone goes off and it was Xolo.

Xolo❤️:
Hey finally am on break. I miss you as always, babe.

I smiled before texting him back.

Miss you as always too, babe.

Xolo❤️:
How you hanging?

...Hanging in there.

I'll admit: I hate having to be waited hand and foot because of my injuries. I'm still the same Amara... just a little banged up is all.

Xolo❤️:
Ha ha.

How long you're taking a break?

Xolo❤️:
I got an hour to kill.

I see.

Not gonna lie: this whole long distance relationship is still scary to me. I know we both love each other to death. But... 

Come on, Amara. You haven't had any paranoia in awhile. I thought.

Another comes in from Xolo.

Xolo❤️:
You wanna do a quick FaceTime call?

I took a deep breath.

Sure.

He immediately FaceTimes after the text. I quickly answered.

"Hey, babe." Xolo greets.

"Hey..."

"Hows it over there?"

"Dull and boring." I admit.

He frowned a bit.

"I know, I wish I can just be there for you."

I weakly smiled.

"I know... Jacob has been a huge help."

"I can tell. I am still proud but also upset."

I nod once again.

"I know... I usually would walk it off and dealt with the pain." I admit.

"You've always been a strong one but.. just take it easy and recover? I don't want you to be hurting yourself." He said in a concerned voice.

"I'll try..." I said softly.

My body craves for his touch. Especially right now.

"I'm assuming you're gonna sleep soon?"

"Yeah... pretty much that's what I had been doing."

He half smiled.

"That's a good thing though." He said reassuringly.

"And the only thing that makes me feel safe if stealing your hoodies."

Xolo makes a playful pouty look.

"Babeeeee." He whined.

"Come on. You gotta admit: you'd love to see me in your hoodies."

"I rather see you without it~"

I blushed a lot. My face turning an immediate cherry tomato.

"XOLO!"

"What?" He said jokingly, "it's not like you've—"

"Xolo. Keep it in your pants."

He laughs.

"Okay okay. But still you're beautiful with or without my hoodie on you."

Though I'll admit... that night. It's sometimes on my mind. I know we promised — but what if it happens again? I bite my lower lip.

"Ha... got you thinking about that night, huh?"

I flustered.

"Xolo—" I said his name almost in defeat. He laughs once more.

"I think about it a lot... not just that." He paused, "but the night I'd never forget making you mine."

And taking me to bed. I thought as I grinned.

"You're too cute."

"Nah, you're the cutest."

I half smiled.

"You know... thinking back, I would've been surprised years ago of having a boyfriend, almost getting my dreams...."

"Reuniting with Jon's family?"

I nod.

"Yeah... I'm grateful for you and everyone. Even if I don't want to be treated like this because I have some broken bones."

"You still need to recover, I'm still worried for you."

"I know."

Xolo then didn't say anything and his name was called.

"Coming!" He shout back as he looked back at his phone.

"I love you, babe..." I said softly.

"I love you too, babe. I'll call you to say good night later."

I nod as we hung up. I quietly sobbed. But it was the good kind of crying. I'm so goddamn grateful for Xolo being part of my life not only as my boyfriend but also my best friend. Who knows... maybe there is a future between us. But it's only too soon to discuss about engagement. I sat up, feeling bored once again.

I hate having to sleep a lot because it also gives me a lot of energy in the night and it's messing with my sleep schedule. I only would try to be cautious on getting up, grabbing guitar. I haven't touched it in awhile other than showing Jacob the picture of Jon's family and I. After tuning and testing out some strums, I began to play.

Music has been always my serotonin/dopamine. I know my parents forbid me to learn guitar, but I always had an old one that I kept in secret. But it got to the point it was so old that the strings broke easily.

I think that's why that Jon saved me. He saw my guitar and I still had hope and didn't give up.

...Damn it, don't cry again Amara.

It still kinda hurts but I know Jon is up there watching over me, feeling proud of me everyday. I heard my door open and I saw Jacob with his phone in hand, assuming he's also talking to Payton. I stopped being startled with the door opening.

"Woah! Why did you stop? You were good!" Jacob beamed.

"Yeah, that was beautiful!" Peyton's voice said from Jacob's phone. Called it.

"I didn't expect an audience..." I shyly admit.

"Hey I never saw you play. It's unfair Xolo got to see you play." Jacob whined.

Peyton makes a small laugh and I giggled softly.

"Do you take any requests?"

"I do... but I am just in a mood playing random melodies. I can play a bit."

Jacob nods as I would began to continue playing while Jacob and Peyton listen.