My lovely Daisy

Chapter 7

As I was walking back home with Evie I gave the evening a good thought. The party was actually not as bad as I expected. I talked to a new person. Me. I'd have never made it without... and I can't believe I'm going to say it... Ethan. Though I'm not quite sure if the alcohol in his system made him nicer or if I judged him too hard. Anyway, he made me get out of my comfort zone and I was grateful for that. Lastly, I was relieved that Evie had fun. She loves parties and she really loved this one though she was a bit disappointed in the lack of handsome guys. But as I was walking with Evie to my house I realized that she wasn't really with me. She was limping, walking slower, and she was staring at her feet. For her sake, she better not be drunk. Number one reason: she's diabetic. Diabetes and alcohol don't mix. At all. Second reason: her parents are omnipresent in her house. If they see her in this state they will blame me for not taking care of her and I really don't need her dad to lecture me again, and lastly: she'd not be able to come to the bakery tomorrow and I simply couldn't get by another day when we're not all there.

After I dropped her off at her house and her dad of course lectured me for bringing her home late, I continued my way home. I was thinking about Ella this time. We weren't exactly speaking and I missed her always cheerful face. I missed her a lot, actually. I guess I simply missed having someone to tell my thoughts to. So I decided to do something about it. I convinced myself to talk to her and solve things as soon as I got home.

As I twisted the key in the lock, I prepared myself and what I was going to say. I put my shoes on the rack and continued my way to the living room. I stopped as soon as I saw Ella on Will's lap making out. "Amazing" image to remember for the rest of my days. Thanks, sis. I cleared my throat and, as soon as they noticed me, they separated and sat up straighter. They both gave me a weird smile and I tried so hard not to burst out laughing. I just signed that I'm going to my room and waved as I walked up the stairs. I was actually happy for her, I don't know Will that well yet but I do believe it would do her good to experience this part of things. She doesn't really date, she's very focused on her bakery and I'm surprised to see her in this state. All smiley and in love. But I swear to God if he hurts her I personally will take him down.

"Hey" I heard a voice from below and looking down, I saw Will. He was leaning over by the stairs, looking up at me with a pleading look in his eyes. "Can we talk?"

"Sure," I shrugged. He followed me and when we reached my room we sat facing each other in my bed. I leaned up against the headboard and as he tried to sit back, I saw something black sticking out of his pocket. As soon as he suddenly turned to me, I saw what it was. He had a mini bag of the exact popcorn he was eating when I smacked him with the vase. I broke the silence with a chuckle.

"What?" he asked me.

"I... nothing," I smiled. "So... what's the story with you and Ella?"

"I really like her," he said in a serious voice.

"No shit," I said, rolling my eyes.

"I know I just met her a few months ago but I really do. She's the first thing I think of every morning and the last thing before I go to sleep. She's the greatest person I have ever met."

"You better watch your back, I'm protective as hell."

"I wouldn't have it any other way," he said with a smile.

A knock on the door interrupted the awkward silence. "Twinkie, I think that's enough for one day."

Don't let the nickname fool you, it's really not cute. The second night after I came to live with her, I couldn't sleep. I was sitting on the couch looking for something to watch to kill some time and stumbled over a show. Ella must've heard me come downstairs and sat next to me saying that that was her favorite show. As we watched it, the group of friends in it called their old, damaged car Twinkie and she joked that it reminded her of me. A car? Really? At least if it was a BMW I'd not see it as an insult, but a crusty, old, broken Volkswagen? After that, every time she tried to tame me or calm me down she'd call me Twinkie. I know. Weird.