At Least You Have Me

Chapter 4

AUTHOR'S NOTE

HEY, SO CHAPTER 3 JUST GOT 21 READS! IT'S NOT A LOT, BUT ENOUGH TO GET ME TO CONTINUE WRITING.

ALSO, IN THE WATTPAD APP, YOU CAN CLICK ON THE LINK AND A PAGE WILL OPEN AND YOU WILL BE ABLE TO SEE WHAT OUTFIT I MADE (OR CHOSE) FOR LORENA.

I'M DEDICATING THIS CHAPTER TO cottoncandyxoxo MY ONLY FAN ON WATTPAD (VERY SAD...)

SO HERE IS CHAPTER 4 FULL OF SUPRISES!

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We got home around one o’clock in the morning. We were so tired that we just got into our pyjamas and went to bed. I slept in. When I woke up, I looked at my alarm clock, 10 o’clock! Gosh! I had slept that much? I wanted to get up but I felt something holding me back. I turned around and there I found Antonio sleeping next to me. I tried getting up but he was holding on to me really tightly. “Hmmm, Lorena stop moving...” he mumbled. I giggled. How did he end up in my bed? Even though he was holding me back, I still got up. I went to the bathroom and took a shower. I went in my walk-in closet and chose an outfit:

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          I made breakfast like on the first day: toast, bacon, orange juice and coffee. He came in the room bare-chested and I was like, wow! Did I sleep next to that? “Buenos días, señor” I said. He walked up to me and kissed me. “Hey beautiful, did you sleep well?” he smirked. I blushed and went to get my mug. “Very well, now that I know that you slept with me the whole NIGHT!” He walked to the counter and took a piece of toast. “Mmmm... You look good, too good to stay at home” he wrapped his arms around my waist. “You know I’m paid to look that good...” He spun me around, “Really? Now I understand! I can also pay you too look good...” I gave him a peck on the lips, he smiled. “You really want to pay me? I’m worth a lot! The price rises with every outfit I wear...” I giggled. “I will pay you with love...”he smiled giving me a full kiss. I felt butterflies in my stomach. “What are we going to do today?” I said sitting on a chair grabbing a piece of toast.

“Dunno, what bout’ playing on the PS3?”

“Okay, what game do you have?”

“FIFA13, PES 13, Call Of Duty...”

“FIFA13.”

“Really? Do you like football?”

“No not really, but I’ve played it at my brother’s house, it was quite cool. I played it with some of his mates.”

“Oh cool!” he smiled and put the game in the PS3. It finished loading and the profiles came up. Antonio, Dana and ... Jordan!? “That ass-hole even created his own profile1” Antonio muttered. He deleted both Dana and Jordan’s profiles. “What team do you want to be?” he asked me. I didn’t really know that much football teams but I always chose Barcelona. “Barcelona.” He entered all the information and passed me a remote. We played for about two hours before stopping. I had lost every single game. “I’m so bad at this game, it’s not even human!” I laughed. He smiled at me and came to sit next to me. “Don’t worry, there must be at least ONE game that you’re good at” he laughed too. “You’re mean!” I pouted. He looked at me and kissed me, when he broke away he chuckled,

“Would a mean person do that to you?”

“No...”                                                         

“See? I’m not mean after all! ... Tell me what’s about your job that it is so cool they even pay you to dress well?”

“I am a part-time model which means they actually give me really cool clothes and I work at a teen fashion magazine; I look after the fashion page so I have to think about really cool outfits, and I have a blog for the magazine’s website called ‘Lorena’s daily outfit’, I take pictures of me wearing my daily outfit and post it on the blog. Oh! That reminds me I haven’t done it for today! Would you like to be my photographer?”

“Oh yeah! I’d love to!” We walked to my closet where my camera was and I for the next 15 minutes we were having a mini photo shoot. I took some pictures alone, we took some together it was really cool. “You know you still haven’t changed since this morning Antonio!” I said stroking his chest.

“What? Does it bother you seeing my bare chest the whole day long?”

“No, quite the opposite, if you could stay like that all the time I would be quite happy! You know us women we love the six-pack!” I giggled and he picked me up. “PUT ME DOWN!!” He was really strong so he was holding me tight and on top of that he was tickling me! “ANTONIO STOP!” I squealed, “I’M TICKLISH!!!” He spun me around before throwing me on the sofa. He was such an awesome guy; he was caring and funny... I was so lucky to have someone like him in my life even if it had only been two days. This was really love at first sight! I sighed, “What’s wrong beautiful?” Antonio asked me quite a bit worried. “Nothing, just thinking about us...”

           We went to the living room and I realised there was an envelope lying on the doormat. I picked it up and turned it around. There was no address but my name was handwritten on it. I opened it. It read:

 Hey Lorena, you must be asking yourself who sent you this but I wish to stay anoymus anonymous. You know me very well, you even loved me once. In this Christmas season I was thinking about you so I thought I should send you this letter. Lorena I miss love you and I can’t live without you – I thought you loved me too (as you said before) but I never heard anything from you. I miss you; I hope when you read this letter you’ll think of me and even remember who I am. Let me give you a clue: Summer 2011. Does it ring any bells? Never mind, I love you Lorena don’t you forget that.

I remember who it was. It was Brandon. We were in 6th form together and we met up on holidays in Tenerife in 2011 and we had had quite a nice relationship; but one night he was drunk and kissed another girl right in front of me. I closed my eyes and held the letter close to my heart. Antonio must have seen me because in less than a second he was next to me. I sat down with the letter. I handed it to Antonio; he read it, looked at me and asked: “What is it? Who is it?”

“It’s a letter that came in today, he must have posted it himself since there was no address on it. It’s from a guy called Brandon. We went out during summer in 2011. We were in Upper 6 together. The problem is I actually did love him at the time but it’s like you and Dana; I caught him with another girl. It seems we are refugees of love; we make a good pair! I giggled burying my head in his chest inhaling the perfect smell of his cologne. “Yeah, that’s true! Refugees of love! This is fate – if we hadn’t both experienced cheating, I don’t think we would be that great together! I was quite stunned so I went to lie down in my bed and fell asleep. Sometime later Antonio joined me.

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I KNOW, VERY BORING END BUT I JUST COULDN'T THINK OF ANYTHING. SORRY THE LAST PART OF THIS CHAPTER GOT CUT OFF I DON'T KNOW WHY SO HERE IS THE REAL CHAPTER JUST HOPE THEY WILL PUBLISH IT!

LOVE YOU ALL

CIAO!

CAMILLE xoxoxo