Always Mine {Book 3}| Completed

Chapter 32

              C H R I S T O P H E R'S  POV:

Inside was homey and the coziest things of everything aesthetic that was youthful to anyone that could lay eyes on any picture, wallpaper or the decor. Since this house is a fixer upper it looks a lot better than it did when they first moved in. So I was gladly cheerful the moment my foot stepped inside their house. The floorings looked different. Or maybe I've just forgotten. And all I see is the nice photo collection that just sits on the walls right in the foyer. And a clock ticks on the wall quite loudly to my ears. And there's a Chinese vase that sits right on one of the tiny coffee tables close by. And all I think of is how unique and lovely the house they created together.

I'm anything aesthetic or luxury. And Ty knows this very well. And I'm not willing to give up my confidence here. And it doesn't matter about who these people are. Because right now I'm semi-jealous because I have never seen a house more attractive and desirable. Because their kid, is gonna grow up in such a beautiful home to obviously be in. And I guess I feel so envious that I didn't need to work so hard on my house to work on and fix up to look nice like this one.

Their house was originally a very old home that was cheap obviously. And then when Ty bought it, he had to work on it extra hard for months to make it nice. He even had to get new window shutters. And even had fixed up every drawer, door and cabinet in the house. The walls are a golden yellow. And to me, when the sunset hits it it looks like fire. And it's marvelously beautiful.

   Of course, when I stood at the foyer, I put my duffel bag to the floor and immediately Ty grabbed my bag for me. And I know him very well. And he was to put my bag upstairs. But we weren't staying here. We were putting our bags in whatever car we used. So Ty had let us place them right by the staircase. Emma looked way off in a zone out headspace as if she was not there. And I can't imagine what she's doing. But what's worse, is she knows this is a trick that Ty and I set up. It's not like we wanted to do this, it's because we need to make these two stop hating each other. Because we're with these beautiful girls that we're dating. We love them. And Ty loves Emma for me. The way Ty and Emma hugged, he hugged her like she was part of a family. Like a sister. And very unlikable, Emma was happy being friends with Ty, which I can actually love seeing. But I know the second Lara Jean enters the room, then that's it. It's fucking over. A war might happen and that I'm not ready to wait to see happen.

   I looked at Ty and I watched him just standing by the stairs. And Emma looked at me, her eyes barely left mine for a second.

  "I'm so happy to see you both." Ty clapped his hands together, and he just looked ready to say something but he knew it wouldn't be too much. "Would you guys like some tea?"

  "Yes," Emma quickly replied nicely.

   I waited a second before I'd say anything.

  "Actually, I'd like to see Lara Jean. You know, have a word with her. If that's okay?" I said, keeping my attention towards the stairs.

   I saw Emma looking at me in such disappointment. It was as if she couldn't believe that I just blew her and Ty off to go talk to her worst enemy. Which is true. But I didn't mean to do it in this sort of way, I just decided on doing it. And I went through with it, but very carefully and I noticed how much I hate the look Emma gave me. She looked at me like I betrayed her. And I couldn't even think of it because I knew that all I wanted was to actually talk to her because after all, she is my platonic soulmate and sister. And I don't want it to look bad.

  "Sure." Ty smiled. "We'll be fine in the kitchen. Just don't let her boss you around up there."

  I nodded silently and then of course, I had carefully made my way to the stairs and I walked half way up, stopping and I heard Ty and Emma talking afterwards. And when they talked I heard a laugh escape from Emma. And very carefully, I crept my way up the stairs that are so old that it creaked. And very carefully, I stopped to breathe. And I just released a sigh. And once, I stopped at the bedroom door I had carefully knocked.