Fireworks (Player's Chronicles) Volume II {Complete}

Chapter 7even

07/28/2011 A/N at the bottom please read! Very important

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Seven

*Natalie*

Last night, I let Kyle have my fury over worrying me for taking Tristan out of the house without even leaving me a note. Another part was my irritation on getting that parking ticket from that moronic police officer albeit he's a hot police officer, doesn't give him the right to issue me a ticket for the assumptions that I have a kid.

Surprisingly enough, Kyle took it like a man. We exchanged phone numbers just in case he does decide to take Tristan again without notice. I found his phone number amusing to say the least because even mine has it's own meaning. His number is (xxx)-xxx-SEXY and mine is (xxx)-xxx-BABE.

His fast flirting instinct was to commend me on my choice of last four digits. I didn't bother biting on his tactic because I don't want it to lead to anything that will just boost his ego.

My monthly visitor arrived a few days early which explains why I was extra irritant and well...horny. My stress from yesterday probably triggered it and I'm okay with it because I know that by next week, I will be over it. Just enough time for me to be in Spain with my friends where I plan on going swimming.

Two more days and I will be out of here. No more Kyle, no more sexual tensions. As I did my morning routine, I realized that I could not avoid hitting the grocery store any longer. But before I could even do that, I need to do some cleaning around the house first.

Some people think that we're crazy to clean our own homes. With the mansion as an exception and all the other places that Nate owns around the world; this house and the condo are always cleaned by either me or Liz with help from Nate as well. I guess it's what gives it the homely feel in it.

One of those accomplishments where sweat and dirt gets in your skin. It's quite a satisfying feeling afterwards. I guess I can thank my parents for keeping us rooted to the ground instead of the normal rich, snobby, bratty kids other well-off families like to train. Another is to remind us that no matter what, money is not everything in the world.

Sure we're well off in the society but what happens when we die? We cannot take our riches with us. Hell, even my late grandpa Jim was buried wearing simple clothes. He once told me that when we die, we are not judged for our accomplishments or wealth. But what we did when we were living on earth.

Were we mean against other people? Were we boastful of what we have more than others? Were we selfish and self-centered? Did we respect our elders? Did we abide the law? Did we cheat on our significant other? Most importantly, have we ever fallen in the depths of true love?

All of those things, I have experienced on the receiving end but the last one? I don't think I have the guts to let myself fall deeply and stupidly in love with someone. What is so great about love that you have to just surrender yourself to one person? I'm not talking about familial love or friendly love; I'm talking about romantic love.

I hear most people who go through it, hit a new level of high where they feel such bliss they don't wanna let it go. But when one party lets go, the other's world goes crumbling down on top of them. I also hear the more you give up when you fall in love, the more you lose in the end when that love is lost. So, why should I subject myself to it? Will it be worth it?