Opposites Attract?

seven

  AFTER I finished braiding Molly's hair which look's like a child's dream, I have gotten to know Molly more than I know Connor. Her favourite color is pink, her favourite princess is Rapunzel and Ariel and she absolutely hates all of Connor's girl friends and his ex girlfriend. I had to question whether he had one or more but Molly says he's only had one, I'm surprised that a guy like him has only one ex girlfriend.

She showed me the guest room where all my boxes of clothes and things that I had packed sat unopened. The guest room was just a room down Connor's and I'm assuming that the walls aren't that thin because from leaning against the wall, I can hear him blasting Fall Out Boy.

The guest room was painted a simple light blue colour and the bed was a single bed with white sheets and a matching blue comfortor. It had a few basic paintings of flowers and modern art hanging on the walls and nothing else.

Scrounging about the boxes, I began looking for my precious Macbook. If I had to save one thing from a burning house, it would be my Macbook. After opening every single box and being greeted by clothes and books and other stuff, I realised I left my Macbook in my room. Bloody hell.

How was I going to live a month without my Macbook? I can't risk going through the front door again because the second attempt through the house will trigger another alarm that will notify my parents and boy will mom be pissed if she sees my attempt to break into my house again. Looking out of the guest room, I can see a view of my room and thankfully I had left the window open which was brilliant because then I can sneak into my room.

An internal battle began within me. Do I knock on Connor's door and ask him to help me break into my house for a laptop or do I risk and sneak into my house again?

"Who's there?" Connor yelled loudly over Novocaine.

"Me!" I yelled back and he opened his door. Stepping in, I never really got to see a view of his room except when he is pissing me off. It was decorated with posters of some of my favorite bands and some that I have not known about, the bed was carelessly made but I had assumed it would be clothes everywhere and food remnants but his room was relatively clean.

He cleared his throat and crossed his arms. "Yes Princess J?" he asked.

"I need your help."

Connor did the laugh again. He tossed his head back, brown hair bouncing and eyes crinkling. His laugh, to most girls is the most melodious sound. To me, it sounded like a dying hyena.

"I don't do help." He responded after he regained his composure.

"It involves climbing back into my room?" I suggested, kicking my feet around.

He mused for a moment. "What's your payment?"

My hands went up in surrender. "Who said anything about payment?"

"I'm kidding, let's climb."

I sat on his windowsill as he made his way onto the branch. "Aren't you climbing too munchkin?" he asked, outstretching his hand for me to take. Again with the munchkin nickname. I shook my head. "Come on, have a little fun, don't be a wet blanket."

Cue hell fire. Did he just call me a wet blanket, and he's getting away with it?

"Fine." I gave in, taking his hand. Hovering between the branch and the window, I clung onto his arm for dear life as I stepped onto the branch. My eyes were shut and Connor tapped them open.

"Jeez, why can't you be as brave as the movie Jasmine?" Connor muttered.

I placed my hands on my hips. "I don't have a pet tiger nor do I have a Sultan as a father, how do you expect me to be brave?"