T W E N T Y - T H R E E

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"You will find me and you will find me in places that we've never been. For reasons we don't understand walking in the wind, walking in the wind,"

- Walking in The Wind; One Direction.

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I reached home and changed into shorts and tank top. My hair still at its place as a messy bun and I was thinking about a nap when my phone ringing with Halsey's song.

"Ellie," I snapped.

"Hey, it's me Adrian."

Oh fuck.

"Oh hey, Adrian. Hmm...what's up?" I asked.

"I'm just thinking like hmm...I-" he stuttered.

"Adrian..."

"I'm just thinking if you can teach me Physics," he blurted.

"Oh, yeah sure. When?" I asked.

"What about now?" he asked.

"Okay, do you want me to come to your house or?"

"I'll come to your house. Text me the address," he said.

"Okay, see you soon," I said and hung up.

I texted him my address and thrown myself on my bed. Why did I say yes? Didn't I was just about to take a nap? It is because he is your ex-crush, my inner goddess snorted.


Ex-crush? Yes because you're unofficially with Arthur now, my inner goddess rolled her eyes. After half an hour, the doorbell rang from downstairs.


"Eli, someone's here," mom called.

"Coming," I said and ran to the mirror.

Hair? Check. Face? Check. Clothes? Nice, check. I ran downstairs and there I saw Adrian in his button up shirt and jeans. My inner goddess screaming and I wanted to roll my eyes but I'm afraid that he will think that I'm rolling my eyes at him.


"Hey," I greeted.

"Hey."

"Oh yeah, mom, this is Adrian Jefferson, my classmate. Adrian, this is my mom, Rosa belle Jean," I introduced.

"Rosa belle? The fashion designer?" he asked, dumbfounded. I nodded and he gaped. My mom laughed and he blushed.

"It is an honor to meet you, Mrs. Jean," he said.

"Nice to meet you too, Adrian. Oh yeah, have a chat you both, I'll go upstairs to look up at Rosie," she said and I nodded. After mom walked upstairs, Adrian turned to me.

"You didn't say that your mom is Rosa belle," he said.

"Nobody asked and I don't know that you know about any fashion," I said.

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