I'm going camping tomorrow...Someone just shoot me. No connection to the Internet....*sniffles*....i just never thought it could be so hard*climbs up tree and holds up phone trying to get service*
With my luck I'd be really high up and the branch would snap....
Weeeeeee*<that's my falling noise.
Bella's POV
I don't care.
I swear, I don't.
I said it again and again, but the amount of times didn't mean a thing, because I did care. I cared that in two short days Ashton would be marrying Casey...
I'd give anything to just believe, for even a second, that Ashton loved me. That he wants me here, that he thought of me as family...Anything. I just want to feel like everyone used to make me feel, when I first got adopted into this family. Maybe once you turn eighteen that's it, they don't care anymore...you're an adult, the ones who once cared couldn't care less because they don't have to have you anymore.
Knock.Knock.
I jumped, throwing the small metal blade onto the ground.
This isn't good, I thought, when did I get to the point where I didn't even realize I was doing it.
"Bella, everything alright? You said you were taking a shower but the water didn't even start running yet..." Luke laughed uneasily on the other side of the door.
"I-uh, yeah." I quickly started the water, bending down and picking up the blade then cleaning the floor quickly with a towel. I slipped out of my shirt and pants before stepping into the water.
There was a pause in the hallway, but then I heard foot steps and knew Luke walked away.
I let out a long sigh, closing my eyes for a second and just trying to relax.
I stepped out of the water for a second to reach up for the soap, but when I stepped back in the water was boiling hot.
I let out a load scream and jumped far before reaching to turn it down and practically burning my arm off. I twisted it, but it didn't help. Finally, the temperature changed and I quickly finished showering.
I threw on shorts and a t-shirts, wrapping my hair in my purple towel as I walked downstairs. I entered the kitchen where Michael was waiting at the microwave for whatever was in it. Calum entered, accidentally bumping into me.
"Ugh, watch it." I laughed, gently shoving him back.
"You were in my way." He protested.
I just rolled my eyes and walked over to the fridge, grabbing a bowl of cut up watermelon. I went to turn around, but decided against it and put it back.
"Actually, I'm going to go to the grocery store to get more food. Someone call an order for pizza and I'll pick it up on my way back." I jogged out of the kitchen and upstairs to my room.
"Luke!" I yelled, jumping when I saw the blonde knelt on the side of my bed with one hand behind the nightstand. I started laughing, "What are you doing?"
He groaned, cursing and taking his arm out. "Trying to unplug my phone, but I can't move the stupid thing and my arms getting stuck halfway!" he complained.
I laughed, gesturing him to move out of the way. I reached behind it, easily pulling the plug out and handing it to him with a smirk.
"Now out," I pointed to the door, "I need to change."
He smirked, walking backwards out the door...well, almost out the door. I attempted to speak up and stop him, but ended up laughing when I didn't and he, not so slyly, walked into the door.
"You suck," He mumbled before stepping out of the room.
I rolled my eyes, closing the door and grabbing a pair of leggings along with a hoodie....because, once again, it was raining cats and dogs out.
This rain was getting sickening....almost two weeks straight of it.
I grabbed my phone and wallet, put on a pair of converse sneakers and headed towards the front door.
"I'll be back, don't forget to call the pizza order. But wait like 20 minutes so I have time to get there." I called to anyone who was listening. Of course though, this had to do with pizza, so they were all ears.
I left, jumping in Luke's car. He'd kill me later, but did they really think I was going to walk.
I got to the grocery store, grabbing a cart from the front.
I went to the fruit section first and got more watermelon, which is recently been eating like crazy...not sure why.
I wondered off the the junk food, grabbing enough of it to feed the boys-which was basically everything in the isle. Then...MY FAVORITE....ice cream.
The isle sucked because it was freezing, but the contents inside the freezer made me happy. Very happy.
Ice cream!
"Hard decision, eh?"
The isle was empty because it was pretty early in the morning, the store just opened.
I spun around quickly, trying to find the person who the mysterious deep voice belonged to. My eyes were level with the person's chest, when I tilted my head up to see his face I immediately smiled.
"Harry!" I squealed, hugging him.
I tried to think. I'm pretty sure the last time I saw him was the tour...that was, like, two and a half years ago...damn.
"Hi," He laughed, hugging me.
"What are you doing here? Like, in Australia?" I asked, hugging him quickly.
"Ashton's wedding," He bit down on his lip, "We're staying at his house...I mean, there's plenty of room there now."
Harry laughed uneasily, playing with his hands.
"Oh that's cool," I smiled, trying to hide my awkwardness and anger with the talk of Ashton's wedding.
Harry nodded, "Well we'll have to make plans to meet up soon, I'll tell the boys I ran into you."
"Yeah, tell 'em I said hi. Have-have fun at the wedding." I mumbled. Harry gave me an apologetic look and a quick hug before vanishing down the isle. I managed to forget about my ice cream and come to the alcohol section, basically grabbing anything strong nearby and tossing it into the cart.
I cashed out and walked out to the car, loading the groceries in then sneaking a vodka bottle to my room-not like the boys needed to know about it and it might come in handy for the, oh so close, wedding day.
Cheers.
