My Musical Flower

Chapter 30 - Alice

After not getting any sleep last night, I'm not surprised when I'm the last person to walk into the living room.

"Morning, guys," I greet them, yawning and looking to see my band mates.

Jio hands me a cup of coffee, but the one I made just a couple hours ago has kept me awake until now.

"Oh, no thank you. I'm hoping to sleep on the plane." I tell him, and before I can say anything else, Harmony buds in. "Mind if I I take it?"

While handing it over, he replies, "Not at all."

When did those two get close, seriously?

Ivan's still on the floor, asleep with his head on the table. I guess the coffee I made didn't work for him as well as it did for me.

"Should we wake him up? What if we miss our flight?" Jio asks.

"Yeah, and he'll still have time to get ready before we go," Harmony says, walking closer to Ivan, "He left in the middle of the night and I didn't even realize it."

Harmony bends down and taps the top of his head, her face close to his. She greets him, loudly. "Ivan, time to wake up!"

His eyes gently open and he gazes at her for a second before replying, "I think I got less than thirty minutes of sleep. Let me sleep in."

"We're leaving soon. You don't want to get left behind."

"Please? Take pity on a man who fell off his bed last night."

"Was that what that loud thud was?" Akai asks, "I thought that was for another reason entirely."

"Stop being childish, it wasn't like that."

Melody — who's face is full of pride as she faces Ivan's direction — responds, "Harmony didn't hold you tight enough?"

"Just sleep on the plane, Ivan." Harmony retorts, completely ignoring the siblings and offering her hand to him.

I wonder if he's still afraid of heights.

He grumbles, voice groggy, reminding me of the times we spent mornings together. He brings his hand to hers, tightening his hold on her before Harmony pulls him up.

"Shut up and kiss already," I hear Melody mumble after being ignored.

"Yeah, we're leaving in 25 minutes." I say, heading to Jio and I's room to get ready.

Am I still in love with Ivan Brookes?

No. That isn't possible.

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"So . . . you actually spent the night with Ivan?" Jio asks, leaning on the door of our bedroom and using a tone I'd never heard from him before.

In the midst of packing my things, I respond, "The way you're putting it makes it sound weird. We were just brainstorming ideas."

"I'm just saying. You could've asked me."

"You were asleep."

"Yeah." It doesn't sound like he understands, but at least he's finally dropping it. He stays by the door, and his eyes on me makes me feel suffocated.

I can't deal with this right now. I finish up packing, pick up my suitcase, and roll it out, "I'll meet you outside."

"Yeah, okay."