Cloud Nine

Chapter 4

Adrianna pov

Black? but it feel like I'm mourning over someone death, not like a date. Wait? No, I'm not in a date! It just he want to apologize. But did I want to date him? Yes. I mean who doesn't want to date him? I mean he is good looking but I don't want to date him just because he is good looking he is polite, nice, tall, he has a flawless shape of body and- wait okay let's not talk about that. Well, I want to date him but I just can't and I mean he isn't like me even a bit, he like a greek god while I'm just a caterpillar.

My dress now scattered all over my bed room like this place was get a hurricane just now. I was searching for a dress for my dinner with Xavier, yes Xavier, just remembering his name bring smile to my lips. It just his name sounds so good like an ice cream in a really hot summer day. But why his name bring smile to my lips? Did I like him? I don't know, we just met and I already like him? Is that even possible? Did love at the first sight exist? All my life I believe love at the first sight mean you just like them for their appearance. So if I like him I just like him just for his appearance?

I didn't like him. Or maybe that's what I plant on my mind, I can't like him? I can, but in my situation its better not to like him. But when you attached to someone it can't be tamed like something you can control. They just keep growing if day by day they getting close to you, you can't avoid that even if you want to, its feeling that we've talk about not a thing we can move from one side to another.

I hold white dress with bright green and blue color on it, its beautiful but I look like a fool wearing that dress in a night time. I tossed it to my bed and rummaging my closet like a cat searching for food in trashcan. I don't know for how long I ruined my bedroom to look for a dress but a clock on the wall already pointed to eleven and twelve, which means its eleven o'clock and I haven't found a dress yet. It's not so hard when I come to an exhibit, I chose black cause Emma choose black too, but now I don't know what colour he used and I'm not gonna ask him either, he would call me a freak.

After tossed my dress and walking back and forth between my bed and my closet, I wonder if my dad already home yet. Usually if he already home, he will check up in my room, but he isn't check my room yet. I go downstairs and the lights already dimmed, its dark but I still can see and keep walking too my dad bedroom.

"Dad?"

I called my dad but no one answered, I open my dad's bedroom and its empty like I thought before, he isn't home yet.

I check my phone and there's no messages or misscall from him. Where is he? If he come late usually he would tell me, but maybe he is to busy so he forget to tell me? I keep thinking about possibility why he hadn't come home yet until now but then I decide to call him.

One ring..
Two ring..
Three ring..

He didn't answer my call until a woman voice says '..the number you are calling...' Great! Where's my father now? I call him again and again but still, he isn't answer my calls. I send him a text ask him about where is he now and why he isn't come home yet, maybe he is on meeting so he can't answer my calls. But he isn't answered my text either. Maybe he is driving so he can't answered my calls?

Just about I want to call Marie, my father's friend in office, sound of a car come from garage. I walk to the garage and found my father's car. He close the car door and see me, he smiled while walking into me. I'm worried until I almost died and there he is, smiling like there's nothing happened while walking?

"Dad, I was worried, you didn't reply my text, you didn't answered my calls and you didn't tell me where are you. Where have you been dad? Why are you come home so late?" I talk so fast until I feel like Eminem, and my dad standing in front of me with smile still on his lips. I wonder why he is smiling like I talk some jokes, he isn't drunk I know because he still smells fine, he isn't smell alcohol.