As Time Passes By

Chapter sixteen: Night break-in

I had a sweet but heated talk with Papa after the family dinner.

It was all about me not dating yet since I'm still a junior student in her 'happy' life without forcing a british accent out of my vocal chords.

Like, hello? I'm not dating anyone, I'm just confessing a confession to my best friend for only like a few weeks.

I eventually got back to my safe house that looked like an internal luxurious mansion but not exactly a mansion soon after I got my phone back.

I went inside, took off my shoes, turned on the lights, and flunging myself to the couch before fishing out my phone.

Notifications bombed on my screen as the wifi striked my phone. But the most notifications I had were messenger. Crappy.

Anne was spamming on me 99+ times since 8:19, and it's already 10:42 o'clock in the nightfall.

After 2 seconds, I opened the conversation. And there it was, spamming gifs of ducks with their feet filled with mud. Disgusting!

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Me: Stop bruh

Anne: You're finally alive! Are you home?

Me: Eh, ye?

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Ok, let's be serious. It's been 30 minutes since I sent my reply. And Anne just left me on read.

Until the doorbell rang 150 times in just 5 seconds. I got up, curious about who the hell is trying to come in my house in almost the middle of the nightfall.

I twisted the doorknob and flung it open. My eyes met a tall woman, dressed in a duck jumpsuit pajamas with a strong, creepy smile on her face. It was Anne.

"HAPPY DUCK NIGHT!" Anne yelled in excitement, which echoed the whole house.

I covered her mouth and dragged her inside, wishing the neighbors didn't even try to notice.

I dragged her to the kitchen until finally got off my grip on her. I crossed my arms, feeling extremely pissed out, and my disappointment was bubbling in the surface.

"The neighbors would come to my house the very next morning, asking on what the fuck was that noise you just caused there." My gaze was harder than the fiery sea, I was damn serious.

Anne sheepishly looked at me, realizing her cute but not-cute -to-the-neighbors' mistake.

She ran a hand on her messy, short hair, giving me a guilty but amusing smile.

"Fine! Drop all you want to do, I don't care." I spoke up, my voice almost cracking.

Anne's smile widened like crap before pulling me to an embrace like some crazy ass child.

I chuckled before she loosened her grip on me in addiction on summoning to the refrigerator and opening it up to grab a milk chocolate box.

I walked back to the living room before my phone went buzzing like some crap shit when I realized: Emelia called..

I swiped the 'answer' button of the call, my mind in blank space.

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Emelia: Elle?

Me: Uh, yeah? You got cancer or something?

Emelia: Hell no, just.. you know, checking on my favorite cousin!

****

My line went quiet. Emelia never calls anyone for no reason or even checking up on them. She owns a heart of stone.

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Emelia: Noelle? You still there?

Me: Lia, don't try to lie on me. You're not the kind of human who cares about her contacts.

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I heard Emelia sigh on the other line. Shit.

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Emelia: Ok, I'm going to tell you this now straight away since the twins are busy like crap here trying to pack up their stuff.

Me: Just fucking spit it out

Emelia: We gotta travel to London! Nama had been nagging about it to return to the UK while classes hasn't started yet.

Me: You better stop joking around—

Emelia: I'm not! Why would I lie?

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I ended the call, frustration creeping out of my veins before drinking a glass of water that was sitting on the table.

Anne

I had been leaning on the doorframe for 15 minutes since Noelle had been talking with a person on the phone.

I could tell she was frustrated because her hair was looking like it's gonna stand up. I cleared my throat, catching her attention soon after.

"You look like you're gonna stab yourself with a knife, boo." I blurted. Well, clearly it's the fucking truth.

She looks like a damn fish that got out of the tank.

Noelle sighed before flunging herself back to the couch, her hair up on a messy ponytail.

"Anne, you can't stay here for long," She stated.

"And why can I not?" I raised an eyebrow, my features definitely demanding an answer.

"I have to force my ass to be with the fam on going to London." She snapped her fingers as her gaze was harder than steel.

My eyes slightly widened before it narrowed on her face, trying to find lies. But no, Noelle's face was scribbled with the truth of her words.

I sighed, not wanting to make an argument and officially going to have my ass kicked out by her own feet. I stayed here because my parents fought like shitheads again, and I don't want to see my mom being punched in the face again by my own eyeballs.

I walked towards the couch on where she was before sitting beside her.

"When are you leaving?" My voice was almost cracking as if I was forcing my words out of my vocal chords.

"On Sunday, since Giselle and Layla were already preparing."

"So in 2 days?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry, Anne, I know you came here–"

"Oh, no, no. I just wanted to annoy you before midnight strikes, and it already counts as a sleepover. Don't worry, I'll leave tomorrow morning."

Clearly, I didn't want to just 'annoy' her. Family problems hit every inch of my nerve until I eventually break down and would probably kill myself.

But I should remember: I'm the poem, and she's still the poet even when I insisted on being the writer..