Hey guys....my first story........hope y'all like it :D
ZOEY POV....
"What are you doing here?"
I turned around and saw dad approaching me in our second floor library-cum-lounge.
He looked tired from his long day at office. He had a grim look on his bespectacled face and made no attempt to hide his disaproval at my rather puzzling and disagreeable behaviour.
It was 10 in the night and i was laying on the couch in front of the television eagerly waiting for another episode of vampire diaries. Just one glimpse of the ever gorgeous Ian Somerhaulder was enough to make me rehabilitate myself and make that couch my permanent settlement for the hols.
"I'm talking to you, zoey."
I snapped outta my paralysis after looking at a shirtless Ian and reluctantly pressed the mute button on the remote.
"What now?" i said in my usual bored, dont-irritate-me-when-am-gawking-at-Ian tone which seemed to piss him off even more.
"Its her, isnt it? He asked with a disturbed look on his face.
I knew exactly who he was referring to, but in order to show like i didnt know and didnt care, i responded with an even more irritated look and a typical "who you talkin about, dad?" (isnt that the protocall followed during these situations?!)
"You know who im referring to, zoey. Samantha. All this is because of her, isnt it?"
I turned away. Just something i now do at the mention of her. Standard protocall.
Samantha Arnold Bloomwood. Sam, i would call her was my bff, or shAll i say, ex-bff. Yeah you might be rightly assiming that something happened between us and we broke up. Its true. Typical and cliched, but unfortunately true. And yes i was upset. Yes i cry about it even now, a month after my birthday, the day she told me "we couldnt be friends no more". Why? She did go on to explain but as dramatic as it may sound, my stubborn little brain refused to do its job to interpret the rest of her explainatory speech. It just froze at those words. Right there.
"Move on zoey! You cant hang on to it forever!" dad tried to reason out. He was as disturbed as i was. Its hard enough to watch your daughter crying her guts out while cutting her birthday cake But its harder watching her burying it all inside her day after day as she lifelessly hangs around in the house.
I nodded And just shrugged my shoulders. Inside, i knew i couldnt.
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