Curing His Love Allergy

Chapter 36 - Finally Me

When France and I got home, my aunt opened the door for us, telling us that dinner is almost ready.

"We just bought pretzels and coffee, Auntie, so we're good." I smiled.

"It'll be in the fridge if you change your mind." She told me while France and I went up the stairs.

"I need to start on my application," I told him. I broke off a piece of my pretzel and stuffed it in my mouth. My coffee was getting cold, so I drank most of it in one go.

I opened my room door and went inside, France behind me. I quickly grabbed my laptop and opened it, getting ready to open the application for Juilliard.

The first thing I have on my list is the personal statement. I have to brainstorm ideas for the statement. I've decided to write about my mom.

"France, which college are you applying for?" I asked him, already writing the first paragraph for my essay.

"Um," he said, eating his food. "I was thinking of NYU or Cornell, but I don't know, I maybe want to go out of state."

"But the applications are due on January 2nd," I told him.

"Yeah, I already have my essay done, and my SAT scores are good enough."

"What's your score?" I asked him.

"It's a 1460," he said casually.

"Mine is 1450," I told him, "The Math brought me down a little, but I guess it's a good enough grade. Juilliard is my first choice too, but I'm applying for Barnard and NYU's music school."

"That's great, I want you to get into Juilliard, but wouldn't it be great if we both went to NYU?" He told me.

"Yeah, I guess, but that's a maybe." I laughed. I'm now on my third paragraph for my essay, writing from my heart makes the words flow.

"Great, that means we can work on our essays together and all around applications." He told me.

. . .

My essays are finished after four hours of working. France, beside me, is on his phone calling Noah.

"Read this," I told him, and then he looked up from his phone. He leaned over and took up my laptop, reading my personal statement.

When he finished reading, he looked up at me, his face giving nothing away. "It's so good and raw. I can feel the emotions shining through."

"You think so?" I asked him, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. Instead of answering me, he leans over and gives me a chaste kiss. I blush and look away from him.

"Never turn away from me, Tiara," he says sweetly.

I cleared my throat, then took up my phone to check the time. 12:36, past midnight. I better keep going if I want to finish all of Juilliard's essays.

"I'm gonna keep going. I want to finish the essays," I told him.

"I'm gonna go downstairs and heat up the food your aunt left in the fridge. You must be hungry after all this vigorous work." I smile and gesture for him to go.

As I look up from my work and glance around my room, I see the keyboard my mom bought for my thirteenth birthday. I hop off the bed and grab it from its hiding place under my desk.

I gently run my hands over the keys, playing a soft melody. A tune just pops into my head, and I keep playing it until I perfect it. "Here I am, I'm finally me..." This lyric runs through my head until I start humming something else. Before I forget the lyrics to this new song I'm making up as I go along, I write it all down in a notebook.