I woke up next morning in my room by the chirping of the birds on the window. I grinned, stretching. I guess it was early in the morning, since the rays that were illuminating my room fell low. I must say I was a morning person. I loved the sun and birds and nature, all in all. I pulled the sheets off of me, my bare feet touching cold marble floor. Yes, I was that low that I almost had to jump from my bed. I took my old phone, checking the time. It was 5.30 in the morning. Nice, I thought to myself, before getting out from my room, heading towards the bathroom. Once I was in I could examine what it looked like, since I didn’t exactly went exploring yesterday.
The bathroom was covered in black, marble tiles. Everything was covered in black marble tiles. The bath, the sink, even the toilet. Everything.
But, it wasn’t like I complained, or anything. It seemed so classy. I shrugged and closed the door behind me, making sure I locked them. When I was done I started pulling off my ‘PJs’ that consisted of Joshua’s black sweatpants that were too small for him and some big green T-shirt. I neatly folded the things and put them on a pile next to the sink. I really had no choice, since we didn‘t go to my house to pick up my things, and I must say I dreaded it. Shrugging the feeling off, I glanced at Joshua’s stuff. I remembered last night when Liz and I were deciding what I should wear as PJs ‘till we get my stuff. She was very elegant lady with bigger boobs than me, so every nightgown she gave me was too revealing up and too long down, so I had to wear Joshua’s things, much to his deprecation. Not that I wasn’t complaining, I was, but only in my head, ‘cause Liz was looking at me like a little kid.
I stepped in the shower, suddenly inhaling when I discovered how cold the bath was. Nibbling on my lower lip I completely stepped in, taking a quick bath. I also wasn’t one of those persons that were taking long showers. I only did that when I was really depressed or nervous. Right now, I was neither. I know what you probably think – how is she not feeling depressed, she just lost her parents! The truth is I dreamed about my parents. It was a good dream, one where they told me to move on, to live my life happy and that they will always be with me no matter what. I smiled as I felt the tears were at the verge of spilling, quickly throwing on the clothes I so neatly folded. I let down my wet hair from the towel I previously wrapped it when I heard loud banging on the door. I skipped to the door and opened them, only to find Joshua leaning on the door frame.
“Why are you awake so early? It’s Sunday”, I said, ignoring the part where I should say ‘good morning.’ I wasn’t exactly in the mood for that. Joshua smirked at my rude greeting.
“Good morning to you too, sis”, he said, chuckling when I rolled my eyes. I crossed my arms around mu chest, cocking my head to the side. “I’m awake ‘cause I have a basketball training. Oh, right. Mom said I should take you get your stuff from your place”, Joshua said, shoving me to the side so he could get in the bathroom. I glared at him, brushing my still wet hair. “The hair dryer’s over there”, he added, pointing his index finger at the locker below the sink. I nodded, pulling it out.
“So, when does your training starts?”, I asked, turning the dryer on. God, it was perfect! Not like the one I had back home. That one was loud and I needed at least forty minutes to dry my hair. This one – it was a piece of art. It was quiet and so strong I already dried my hair half way through. I questioningly glanced at Joshua through the mirror.
“At two o’clock”, he said, taking his toothbrush in his hands. I narrowed my eyes.
“So, I guess we’ll be heading to my place before the training?”, I said, but it came out more as a question. Joshua nodded. “You finished drying your hair. Get out”, he said, pushing me through the door.
“What?”
“Well, you’ll have to get out if you don’t want to see me naked”, he said laughing. I blushed so hard it was now on a bigger level than the ordinary blushing. Thank god I had hair like mine was, so it quickly covered my face. I had to thank my mother on it.
“I’d rather eat mud than seeing you naked “, I said, disgusted look on my face. Now when I was outside of the bathroom, after slamming the door shut in front of Joshua’s face to prove him the point, I headed downstairs, and after a few wrong turns I was downstairs. Yaaay! Trust me – it’s an amazing accomplishment.
Once I was downstairs I headed towards the kitchen, remembering the cute guy from yesterday. I actually hoped he was already there, so I headed towards the door I saw he came out yesterday. Right when I was about to open the door I felt pain in my hand and I found myself falling on the ground. Ouch! That hurt my backside. Like, a lot! I looked up to see what happened when I saw him (mental note to myself to find out his name) leaning above me, making sure I’m okay.
“Oh, my God. I’m so sorry Miss, I had no intention of doing that”, he started apologizing, pulling out his hand for me to get up. I grimaced, but managed to make it look like it was a smile.
“Oh, I’m fine. It’s alright”, I said, shyly smiling at him. He scratched the back of his head, looking down. I could feel the guilt written all over his face.
“My name’s Amelia”, I said, trying to make him feel better. And this way I could finally find out what’s his name. I grinned wickedly in my mind.
Okay, that was creepy.
“Nice to meet you...Amelia. I’m Caleb”, he said, nibbling on his lower lip. I grinned at him, placing each of my hands on my hips.
“So, what’s for breakfast?”, I asked enthusiastically, making Caleb smile sheepishly at me.
I was in the car with Joshua. We were silently riding towards my house. Wow, it just sounded so weird. My house. Somehow I felt like I betrayed my parents by living with Willinghams even though I knew that that stood in their will. I sighed deeply, glancing through the window. The common white houses were moving in a blur as Joshua moved the engine next to them. Once he parked in front of my house I jumped out of the car running towards the door. In the moment I found myself standing in front of them I realized I couldn’t move.
“You alright?”, Joshua asked from behind me as he approached. I nodded shakily placing my hand on the door knob. What was I doing? I can’t come inside! There’s just too many memories in there. I sighed deeply, twisting the knob, and I set my foot inside the house I dreaded the most. I literally ran towards my room, and started packing my stuff. I couldn’t bear spending any more time in here. I just wanted to run.
“Hey, why don’t you wait for me in the car? I’ll pack your things”, Joshua said quietly from the door. I sniffled, ignoring his request. I just kept stuffing my things in a big suitcase. “Hey, hey, Amelia, look at me”, he said when I started sobbing. I wasn’t exactly a cry baby, but this was just too much for me. I felt a hand on my shoulder and Joshua pulled me into a bear hug. I just kept sobbing in his shirt, not really carrying if I ruined it or not. Once I stopped crying I sniffled a bit pulling away from Joshua. I won’t lie to you, it was really awkward.
“What do you say I drop you at cemetery before I head on my training?”, he asked, searching for my eyes. I nodded, looking down at the ground, slightly embarrassed about my outburst of emotions before. I turned around to zip the suitcase, and pulled it towards the car. When I was at the front porch I turned around to look at the inside of my house for the last time. I sighed deeply, fighting the urge of crying again before I closed that door.
Once in the car I laid my head on the cold window when I realized Joshua still hadn’t started the vehicle. I looked at him questioningly, not really wanting to stay in that place any more.
“Why aren’t you starting the car?”, I asked, completely confused. Joshua smirked.
“I just couldn’t help but notice that your clothes is lame”, he said, running his hand through his chocolate hair. I narrowed my eyes at his retort. “So I’m taking you shopping!"
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