↷☆ Belle Millers. A 17 year old, blonde, bubbly, ray of sunshine. She's reserved, thrives for academic validation and considers the small cafe she works at her second home. What past does Belle come from? What does this summer entail?
↷☆ Adrian Well...
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"Morning, sweetheart" a voice from below me mumbles.
Oops.
"Morning. Sorry, I didn't realize I was sleeping on top of you-"
"Don't worry, you're as light as a feather" he smirks from below me. I wiggle so I'm to the side of him but my head is now rested on his arm. Our faces mere inches apart.
"How are you feeling today?" he asks. His sleepy voice is so hot...
"Good" I answer, unconvincingly.
He raises an eyebrow, in a warning manner so I sigh, "Maybe not good... but better for sure!"
He nods as best as he can whilst laying down and shuffles. "Wait!" I sit up straight.
"What?" he acts worriedly. "Oh my god. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god" I mumble continuously, jumping out of his bed and rushing out of his door. I run down his stairs to find my shoes placed neatly on the shoe-rack.
I assume he silently followed because an arm tugs ahold of mine, before I could crouch down to put on my shoes.
"Oh my god, Adrian. I can't believe it." I mumble over and over.
"What is it, Belle?" he stares into my eyes. His face analyzing mine.
"I left her all alone.. with a... m-murderer!" I whisper. "Who? Who did you leave, Belle?"
"Bailey! Oh my god. I can't believe I did such a horrible thing. I'm a terrible person-"
"Stop it, Belle. You're not. And who is Bailey?"
"My dog! Do you think she's okay? Oh my god, oh my god."
Tears threaten to fill my eyes and I crouch down to put on my shoes. Adrian understands I'm about to go home for Bailey and quickly slides on his crocs.
"I'm sure she's fine. Your aunt wouldn't hurt her, I'm sure of it. And just because she may have hurt your parents, doesn't mean she's willing to hurt another being again."
"I need to check on her" I say, going to his front door but struggling to open it.
Who has this many locks?
I hear a sigh behind me, "Fine but don't try leave without letting me come with you again though" he warns, blocking my way through the door momentarily so he can unlock it. "Okay" I mumble.
"Good girl" he replies before pulling open his large front door. I never had time yesterday to admire his house but wow. It was beautiful. It's the type of mansion that little kids dream of having one day. Before reality kicks in.
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We ended up finding a perfectly fine Bailey who was laying on the couch, asleep. I thought Amanda would be at home but strangely enough, she wasn't. I tried to express this concern with Adrian but he dismissed it.
