LOVE ME PLEASE

THE LAKE HOUSE

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Hello butterfly gang

Firstly, thank you for all the love and amazing engagement y'all showed in the first chapter. Seriously, it motivates me for being consistent with my writing. 

I'm back within a week with a brand new chapter for y'all. 

Enjoy :)

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THEA'S POV:

"WAKE UP, THEA MARINO!" I gasped as I sat up. "

"OH MY GOD!" I went under the covers "EARTHQUAKE! IT'S AN EARTHQUAKE!" I panicked as I continued yelling.

"THEA!" Carol snatched the blanket from me and shook me by my shoulder. "It's not an earthquake, you dumbfuck." She scowled. Her big peppy brown eyes scared the shit out of me.

"Then why did you shout; you exploded my eardrums. Damnit!" I frowned, rubbing my ears and gaining a little consciousness to realize my surroundings. I was in a bedroom, hugging a white pillow while Carol was in a bra and skirt.

I quickly scanned the simple wooden room with a huge ass window showcasing the lake and woods behind it. My eyes landed on a blue color dream catcher hanging next to the window. It was mine. This room was mine. I always called it mine when I visited here in my childhood days.

"I know this room is stunning, but can you get your ass out of the bed and get ready?" Carol's  voice made me flinched.

"What time is it?" I asked, ignoring her question and continuing my eyes to scan for more memories I made in this room. I had written names on the floorboard with a blade but couldn't find them. Maybe it was under the carpet.

"It's six in the freaking evening. You slept for three hours, Thea. Look at your shirt, you drooled." she informed me while putting on her lip gloss.

"Ew! I never drool. You put water on me, right?" I scowled, blaming her for something she didn't do.

"Trust me, babe, you drool. Admit it or you'll get an elephant's nose." she raised her brow with a serious tone. I scoffed and chuckled.

"I won't. And— by the way, nice bra." I winked at her.

"Thea, this is not a bra." she rolled her eyes, flipping back her blonde loose curls. "This— is my outfit." she squealed in excitement as shook her booty.

"Nice but sad, you wouldn't fetch any fish today." I chuckled. "And by fishes, I meant your next sex target." I wiggled my brows as I lay on my stomach and watched her pacing in the room.

"Oh, don't worry about that. I already found my next target." she winked at me.

Carol has this new game going on for a year where she finds a target anywhere, she goes or sets her eyes on and has sex a couple of times before ghosting them. I find it a sick psychotic game. She started doing this to move on from her bad breakup but now, it looks like she does it for fun. I've warned her that she would get STDs and other diseases, but nothing scares her off.

A few times I had to drag her from hotel rooms and random guys' houses because I was getting sick when I looked at her. We argued, physically fought, and gave each other silent treatments in the hope one of us would finally give up. And then one day she came home, bawling her eyes out, and ate my entire ice cream tub as she told me about her breakup. I gave up that day, I could bare her making stupid mistakes but not watch her cry as she was hurting.

I know we both sound dramatic, but this is how we both are. Dramatic. Yelling. Fighting. Snuggling. Loving.

Now I've stopped meddling in her sex life as she promised me that she would automatically stop it once she found a pure connection with someone. I wish that day comes before I die because it's gross and heart-wrenching to hear your best friend's sex stories when you haven't been touched by anyone in more than two years.