Is it possible?

Chapter 6

I spent most of the night awake, lost in thoughts about the current state of my life. Admittedly, it might sound a bit dramatic, but the truth is that the unfolding events have left me bewildered. The sequence began with Vincent's sudden appearance at our school, followed by his unexpected seat next to me in physics class. Then, the situation took an unexpected turn as he was assigned to tutor me, eventually leading to a rather unconventional proposal—asking me to be his fake girlfriend. 

I left out the events of yesterday, including Vincent's crucial question, when I called Rory after returning home. I intended to tell her everything today.

On a more positive note, my father left last Friday and hasn't returned yet. He probably won't be back for a couple of weeks.

After leaving my house, I impulsively captured a picture of the sunrise, unable to resist the enchanting blend of pink and purple hues painting the sky. It was a truly captivating sight, reminiscent of something from a film.

Arriving at Rory's house, I simply walked in, a testament to the deep bond I shared with Rory's family. After all, our friendship had matured into something akin to sisterhood over the years, and Rory's parents were completely at ease with my unannounced visits at any time of the day.

"Morninggg," I sang, my voice cracking midway, which drew amused chuckles from both Mrs. and Mr. Miller.

They practically regarded me as their own daughter. I went in for a hug with both of them since it had been a while. Mr. Miller was engrossed in the daily newspaper, sipping his coffee, while Mrs. Miller was tending to the stove, where a delightful breakfast was taking shape.

"Good morning, honey. Hungry?" Mrs. Miller asked, motioning toward the sizzling bacon and pancakes she was skillfully cooking.

I nodded eagerly, fixing my gaze on the pancakes as though they were a hidden treasure I'd just discovered. This elicited even more laughter from her.

Normally, I wasn't one to eat much in the morning, but Mrs. Miller's pancakes were exceptional. They were simply too good for this world. Last time I was here, I ended up devouring seven of them, a decision that almost led to an unpleasant outcome—I nearly threw up and struggled to walk afterward. Yet, every bite was worth it.

The dishes were plated just as Rory descended the stairs. I greeted her with a brief side hug as she settled onto the stool next to mine. Her eyes were barely open - she wasn't much of a morning person. I was in the same boat, but I had developed a habit of finding a sort of romance in everything. Chilly weather? Bundle up in cozy layers, snuggled under blankets with a good book. Rough day at school? Channel it into journaling and prepare better for the next time. There's always room for improvement.

My mindset from a year ago was vastly different. However, I've made the choice to glean wisdom from my mistakes, embrace optimism, and strive to consistently be the best version of myself. Even though I might not always display it, I've been actively working on personal growth.

After we finished breakfast, Rory and I collected our bags and stepped out the door, offering a quick goodbye and a wave to her parents. Before leaving, I made sure to say thank you for the delicious breakfast.

We talked about some of our childhood memories while making our way to school, the apprehension growing with each step. What would today be like?

Throughout the morning, we attended our classes, received back some tests, and delved into new topics—nothing particularly unconventional.

When lunchtime arrived, we settled in the cafeteria. This time, I positioned myself with my back facing the rest of the cafeteria, while Rory sat opposite me.