Coming Back To You

~One~

Bella's POV

This is it.

Today is the day I go back to my hometown from when I was just a kid.

After Mom died, I had to go live with my Dad in England, Mom left when I was 12 years old, but now I can go back to Italy after eight years.

As I was packing my bags, I heard my phone ring. After it took me forever to fish it out of my pile of clothes, I answered. "Hello?"

"Hey Bells, how's it going at home?" I smiled at what he said because Dad has been there for me ever since I moved to England and he's sad for me to go, but mostly happy that I get to go to my old home again and see everyone from my childhood.

"Everything's going fine, Dad. How's work?" I said, kind of annoyed that he interrupted my packing. Packing took forever and I just wanted to be done.

"Oh, the usual. I had a few meetings here and there."

"Ah, I bet they were fun," I said sarcastically.

"Oh, yes, I got to talk about investing and all that fun stuff," he added to my sarcastic question.

My phone started buzzing, showing I was receiving another call. "Oh, I'm sorry, Dad. I'm getting a call from Mikayla. I'll call you back later, okay? Bye, love you!" I said quickly.

"Bye, Pumpkin! Be safe getting to the airport. Love you, too!" He said quickly as I hung up.

After I stopped talking to him, I put Mikayla on speaker so I could pack while I talked.

"Hey, Belly! How's packing going for ya?" She said excitedly.

"Well, it's pretty boring and I could use some company right about now," I said, knowing she would catch on to what I was saying.

"Ooh, I'll be right there, Bella," She said while I laughed when she tried to make her voice deep and smooth when she said Bella. (Italian | beautiful)

"Alright, thank you! See ya in a bit, Mike!"

As I was waiting for her to get to my house, I put on my playlist to help with the silence because I'm one of those people who can't go more than two minutes without listening to music or some kind of noise in the background. I have to keep my mind busy somehow.

I was almost done with Suitcase Number One, when Mikayla barged into my room yelling, "I'm here, Belly!"

I laughed and ran to hug her.

"I missed you,Belly," she said, pouting.

"You literally saw me yesterday when we went out to get dinner together," I said, rolling my eyes, even though she and I both knew that I missed her too.

"I know, but that was like, forever ago," she said, dragging out the 'o'.

"Come on, let's get my last suitcase packed, and then we can go out to eat somewhere, okay?"

"What are we waiting for, then! Let's get packin'!" she said as she opened my second suitcase while I chuckled to myself.

After we finished packing, we sat on my bed and Mikayla asked, "Where should we go to eat?" As if on cue, her stomach growled.

"How about that new cafe that just opened?" I had been wanting to try it, but I didn't really have anyone to go with.

"Sure!" Of course she agreed. She always did.

As I parked the car, Mikayla was already out and on her way inside.

I scoffed and then grumbled when she was out of earshot before going in after her.

The sweet smell of cakes and cookies filled the air as we walked in. I just then realized how hungry I was.

As we sat down I started looking around the cute cafe from the little plant centerpiece to the white tiled walls. When the waitress came up to us, it was then I stopped observing the little cafe.

"What would you like to order today, ladies?"

"I'll have a regular coffee and the coconut carrot cake," Mikayla said.

"And I'll have caramel coffee and the coffee cake with the melted white chocolate, please."

"Okay, your order should be out soon."

"Okay, thank you!" We said together.

After we finished eating, I paid and we left for my house.
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Sorry it's so short! I promise the chapters get longer!