Chapter 12 - goodbye california.
I looked around my room. It feels so ... Empty. Even though the only thing missing is part of my clothing, it feels immensely empty. I looked down at the last suitcase and picked it up, walking over to the door and opening it, getting ready to get out. Before I was completely out of the room, I took a last glance at my bedroom before shutting the door close.
I know I'm acting like I'm moving out of this house and never coming back but it kinda feels like it. I went outside and put the suitcase in the trunk of the car. Everyone was here. And by everyone I mean, my mom, Mathew, Drake, Makeyla, and I.
I look back at the house and sigh. I already miss it. I remember my first kiss with Jarred being here, when my mom taught me how to bake a cake, and when my dad told me he had an illness. Special, sad, and maddening moments had happened in this house.
I don't know what's up with me or why I'm acting like this. I literally feel like I'm moving and these thoughts are adding up. It's not fun.
"Is that the last?" My mom suddenly asks, breaking me from my thoughts. I gave her a confused look.
"Is what the last?" I asked and she motions to the trunk full of suitcases. Relization hits me and I nod. "Oh, um. Yeah ..."
I turn around and run to hug Makeyla who has been eye rapping this new neighbor a house away from me. My sudden hug ripped her off her probably inappropriate thoughts about my new neighbor. I rolled my eyes but hugged her tightly.
"Going to miss you, Mak," I said as I hugged her tighter.
"Me too. But I'll see you in 2 months." Replied Makeyla. I rolled my eyes and pull away, grinning.
"You say it like its 2 days,"
She just grinned and ruffled my hair.
"Rose, let's go!" I heard my mom scream. I sigh and hug Makeyla again.
"See you,"
"Bye. I'm sorry, again." I apologize, referring to me not staying with her for the summer.
"It's okay Ross. Have fun!" She screamed since I was already making my way towards the car. I nodded and hopped into the car.
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We were on our way to our new house after the plane. It was tiring but I never once fell asleep. And boy did I wish I could just fall asleep.
Miami is beautiful, though. Swaying palm tress. Baby blue beaches, the water glistening in the sunlight. People selling fruits and snacks. Girls dressed in swimsuits looking like -
"Bikini babes ..." Drake mumbles, dazed. I roll my eyes.
"What?" I ask but he stayed silent. I sigh, knowing he wasn't going to talk to me, and turned to the window, continuing my observation.
Drake's (POV).
Roslyn fell asleep. And she needs to wake up. Like, NOW!
I was looking out of the window at girls with bodies of goddesses, yet I still find myself without a boner, when all of a sudden I felt a weight on my shoulder. It was Roslyn's head. She fell asleep on my shoulder.
Being Drake, I would've woke her up and made her sleep on the cold window - but as soon as I turn to face her so I can wake her up, I froze when I saw her face. She was beautiful. Everyone knew that. I never knew why they bully her. Alicia bullied her because of jealousy, pretty much everyone knew that. I would never make any kind of fun of her though.
Her pink plump lips were slightly parted while soft breaths and occasional snores passed her lips. Her eyelashes were hiding her adorable blue eyes that I find myself loving, but adoring her pink cheeks as it rested on them.
I suddenly find myself gently putting her head on my lap and her body on the seats so she can rest properly. My hand was brushing through her hair as if looking from knots and soon enough she was cuddling into my leg and hand, making me smile.
It's only minutes later that I ask myself: What am I doing?!
But, I don't stop.
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That was a cute chapter!! Oh my gods.
But, Can my mom just shut the fuck up for a moment. I have this pounding headache and she's here lecturing me. Like no please stop! But anyways, I probably shouldn't publish this on a heavy headache cause when I'm usually like this (which happens a lot) then my chapters turn stupid.
Tbh I didn't write this AT THE MOMENT, I edited.
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