Change of place ; Change of me

1-See you later?

I wake up feeling like every inch of my body is being hit with a hammer.

What on Earth?

I lift myself off the ground , trying my best not to do any suden moves since I already am in pain and I certainly don't need any more of it.

As my brown eyes scan the empty room, panic starts to build up inside of me.

Thiefs? Mafia? Omg did something happen to my parents? Oh God what if they-

My train of worried thoughts is cut off with my mom's laughter coming from downstairs.

Yeah , don't worry mom. Keep laughing. It's not like I am freaking out about your well-being here. I thought sarcastically. I would never be able to say that to my mom anyway.

It's not like she is a mad woman or something.
We just don't have the closest mother-daughter relationship out there. And I am fine with it. It's not like it is a necessity to tell your mom about what is going on in your life . That is what friends are for. Right?

Another laughter errupts from downstairs and curiosity gets the best of me.

I make my way to the bathroom and groan in frustration since my toothbrush is not there. Well it is their fault it's missiniz. So they will suffer my morning breath.
I wash my face and hands to fully wake up and then head downstairs to join--- my friends? And my one and only boyfriend? Laughing with my parents?

Okay, it's official that I am dreaming. Since when does Maria ( my close friend with purple hair ,several tattoos and a great attitude problem) gets along with my parents?
I cough loudly to get their attention.
Why didn't you just say good morning?

"Good-" I couldn't even finish my morning greetings when all of them started laughing and pointing at me. Yayy they find me funny.

I glared at my friends who were still laughing and they started laughing harder.
What the hell?

"You-your...face!!!" was all Karl , my boyfriend, said and it was all it took for all of them to laugh harder.

After waiting a few- billion- minutes for them to control their laughter, my father broke the silence. "Well we were discussing how you would react to your room being empty while you were sleeping. But I guess we don't even have to carry your bed to New York since it looks like you have enjoyed sleeping on the ground. I mean at least your cheek seems to like the floor." He says and everyone giggles as I run Usain Bolt style ( okay not really. It was more of a fast walk) to the bathroom to check the mirror and get greeted with the floor print on my right cheek.

I groan and try to rub it off and groan once more since it stays uneffected. Well what did you think Carla? Does it look like chocolate sauce to you? It is a freaking print!!

"What are you doing there? It doesn't sound like you are just checking yourself in the mirror. " I hear Karl.
I turn around to see him smirking at the bathroom door and realise he was talking about me groaning.

"You are wrong. I always make sexual noises as I check myself in the mirror. I mean it is hard not to when the view is so perfect. " I reply while I copy his smirk.

"I am not saying that what you are doing is normal. But I would agree on the perfect view part. I could just stare at it the whole day" he says as he "subtly"  checks me out head to toe.

"Like you are not doing it already. You are ogling me all the time." I say still smirking. He rolls his blue eyes. "Well you are my girlfriend . I can ogle you anytime I wish."

My mood falls as soon as I process what he said. "Karl me and my family are moving...to New York... how will we continue?" I ask. I know it will never happen but a part of me (the one with inappropriate fantasies and girly hormones) hopes for him to say that he will come with us and never leave me. But I know it is not possible.

"Well, am I strong?" He asks and I raise my eyebrows in confusion but answer anyways.

"You could improve a bit but I guess you are okay." I say teasingly. Who are you kidding? He has a perfect body.

"I know you are strong so we make a strong couple with a strong relationship." He says kissing my forehead reassuringly. " I have to go now... You know my mother needs me. This is not a 'good bye'. It is a 'see you later' ." He finishes.

"See you later?" I ask unsurely.

"Yup see you later , princess. " He says kissing my right cheek , winking and going.

After his sweet gesture , it takes me some time to come to reality with only one thought in my mind...
Please tell me the floorprint wasn't on my right cheek.