a sunshine boy meets a broken girl
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"ugh I hate packing "
"I'll help " I shrug .
"no , I'll do it on my own " she says checking the clothes on the hanger
"but you hate packing "
"I hate breathing too , I do that just fine "...
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How in the world did I end up exactly in front of his house? I look at Grace and think, "What the heck?" Grace, however, is enjoying this more than she should. "Now, should I book this? I mean, a villa with a view " she says in a low, teasing voice that only I can hear, smirking at me. "Did you do this on purpose?" I whisper-yell, glaring at her. She shakes her head, smiling so wide that I'm scared her face will tear in half . "It's a surprise for me as well, but apparently a good one," she says with a goofy smile.
"Um, hello Lucas," he smiles seeing me. "Hi Ivy, what are you doing here? "
"Um, I'm here to purchase this villa."
"Oh, so you are my supposedly new neighbor."
"I guess so," I say, shrugging "Well then, welcome to this neighborhood." I nod and with a "bye," he says and goes back downstairs to his room, I'm guessing. "Ivy, it's so meant to be," Grace gushes like she just won a lottery ."ohh , I call dibs on bridesmaid "
what in the world. I roll my eyes and go downstairs to see the hidden library since I lost the will to correct her . She really needs to stop watching those stupid rom-coms. I check out the master bedroom and realize that his and my room are directly in front of each other, and his whole room is visible from my balcony, which makes me realize that he would also be able to see my room.
My thoughts are confirmed when Mr. Perfectly Fine decides to enter the room shirtless. I didn't mean to pry, but good lord, he has the physique of a Greek god. Perfectly toned abs with veiny hands and dimples. I mean, I get why he's the player and why girls are so hell-bent on being with him. His green eyes are like a moth to the flame. Snap out of it, Ivy what is wrong with you. I curse him for his annoyingly gorgeous existence.
I turn around before he has the chance to see me gawking at him. My cheeks will surely be scarlet by now. After having a tour of the whole villa, I'm in a dilemma whether or not I should buy this house. Lucas literally lives in front, so that's that, but this villa is too good to be true, and I don't really want to live in the penthouse because if I see that campfire guy, I will most certainly bury him three feet deep in the ground. Forget it. I'm buying this. I'll figure out what to do with him later.
"Grace, tell the interior designers to start the renovation as soon as possible with some changes I want," I say, and never have I ever seen Grace smile so widely. I roll my eyes and tell them some of the changes to be done inside my room. "He is perfect for you, Ivy," I stare at her. "The house - um - the house is perfect for you," she says, trying to play it cool, but I can see right through the mischief in her eyes. She doesn't give me time to say something and immediately turns on her work mode. "Um, so after this, we are supposed to go for a shoot. I'll meet you in twenty minutes, and then we can go," and with that, she rushes inside to contact the interior designers, I'm assuming.
Two days later
To say I'm boiling with anger right now would be an understatement. The interior designers were late because their stupid car broke down, we got late for the shoot due to the traffic, those amateurs lost my damn wardrobe which had all the costumes for the shoot, the hairstylist is doing god knows what to my hair, I honestly don't know if she really is a hairdresser because from the condition of my hair it doesn't look like it . and a five-year-old would do a better job at makeup than this so-called makeup artist, and if all of this was not enough to make my life hell, then someone just dropped my coffee on me.
You won't survive in jail ivy , relax . don't stab anyone, don't punch anyone . I inhale deeply in order to not kill anyone. "ALL OF YOU, OUT!" I yell, "AND LEARN TO DO YOUR FUCKING JOBS!" I yell from behind as they all rush out of the room. Grace practically throws everyone out of the room. "Whoa, relax Ivy, you're gonna explode." I face the door and see a horrified-looking Lucas, scared Celeste, and a smirking Felix. Celeste hands me a bottle of water which I try to deny, but she sighs and says, "You really wanna do this right now, Ivy?"
I just roll my eyes and take a sip of water as a petrified Grace passes me tissues to clean myself. she asks Grace what happened to me, and she tells her the whole story. She smiles, "Ah, you just need a hug, Ivy." I try to deny. Keyword 'deny' because she just engulfs me in one of her bear hugs and tightens her grip when I try to get out of the hug. I'm left with no option but to awkwardly pat her back. Lucas look like he is trying to suppress their laughter while Grace and Felix are not even trying.
She just giggles, "Ivy, you're supposed to hug her back ." Grace says ."I'm doing just that," I say in a grumpy voice. "Ya don't mind her, Celeste, she just doesn't know how to hug back, it's a miracle that she's even letting you do that," she says, laughing, and I glare at her . I mean, she's not wrong. I hate people touching me. I even go so far as wearing gloves at any event so as to avoid touching people's hands during handshakes.
"It's just a bad day, you know. Maybe you're just hungry. Have you eaten something?" she says. Well, shit. I forgot about that part. I usually have coffee a day, but I was so caught up in the morning, I even forgot to drink a cup of coffee, and that idiot dropped the coffee all over me. Well that explains the dizziness I'm feeling . And food, um, well, I mean I tried so hard to eat something since then, but I just couldn't.
Every time I tried to eat something, I just ended up spilling my guts. So I stopped. I stopped trying. "Ivy, are you there?" "Um, yeah, I had food." I lie through my teeth. "When? You were with me the whole time, and you even refused for lunch." Damn you, Grace.
"Well, that actually might be a blessing in disguise because we're just heading for food, so Ivy and Grace, you both have to come with us." "NO!" I yell before she even finished her sentence. Shit, shit, shit. "Um, I meant that we don't mean to intrude, you guys," I say. "Pft, please. You aren't intruding on anything. In fact, they will be glad if you join us. Isn't that right, Felix?" "I don't care," he says, shrugging, while she whines, "Felix, be nice. I've told you that so many times."
"Oh, he doesn't do nice to anyone except for you," Lucas says, smirking, and Celeste turns red. Felix kisses her in response, making her even more red, while I'm trying to find reasons not to go. "Um, what they mean is that they will be glad," she says, looking away from them. "SHOOT!" I yell again. Damnit, why in the world am I yelling so much today? "I meant, I've got a shoot to finish, so I can't, sorry." I say, thinking that this will surely get me out of this.
"Um, Ivy, the shoot is long gone. You scared the poor people so much that they had to postpone the shoot. The whole set is packed, and everyone went home already, and even I have to. I have a family dinner tonight" Grace says. What did I ever do to you, universe, and also Grace. Why, Grace? Why?
"So come on, we are going," Celeste takes my hand and shrieks excitedly, and it starts getting harder to see straight due to the black spots . Before I even realize, we are standing in front of two cars. "Felix and I are going in his car, and you can sit in Lucas's car, Ivy," with that, she runs towards her boyfriend. She's too excited to notice anything. I can't stand straight, let alone see straight. "Ivy, are you okay?" Lucas asks with concern in his eyes. "Yeah, um, fine," I try standing without any support but end up falling. But before I could touch the ground, two warm hands hold me.
"Um, I'm okay," I say looking at him. "Ivy, are you sure?" "I'm okay let's just go," I say getting out of his hold, and I immediately miss the warmth of his hands on my waist . Let's just get this dinner over with .
