Fall ❥ George Shelley |Discontinued|

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CHAPTER SIX

I pick up a pillow and take a final glance in the mirror. I tilt my face and see my bruise is fairly covered. Erg, why the hell did Ryan ever have to enter my life?!

I try to calm myself down as I hear a car horn honk in the distance. Alice is already here....

I rush out of my room and then the accommodation with my belongings in one hand, and my pillow in the other.

I run in slippers, trying to get the least wet in the pouring rain. "Why didn't you bring an umbrella?" Alice asks, the second I get in. She starts driving as I throw my belongings into the back seat and buckle up.

"Because I don't have one?" I say, ask if it might be obvious.

"What happened to your monkey umbrella that you had last month?" she asks, taking a turn.

"Um... I might've lost it," I admit.

"And I think I might've found it," she confess, taking a second to look at me. Her facial expression almost resembles guilty.

"Oh my God! Really?! Where is it?" I ask her with excitement. It's unreasonably how I'm getting excited over a measly little umbrella, but I don't understand myself either.

"I'll give it to you when we go home. You left it at George's place.... What was it doing there?" she asks.

"Well.... it was a dark and stormy night...." I start, making her laugh. I take a second to laugh with her before I continue. "Well, basically, I wanted some cookie cake that he had. I had no food and I was desperate. I must've left it there by accident."

"What, did you stay there overnight?" she asks.

"No! Of course not! It stopped raining that night and I just walked home," I say. "I'm pretty sure I left it there that night."

"Yeah... you forget a lot of stuff, don't you?" she asks me.

"No..." I mumble. "Okay... maybe a little," I admit awkwardly. She laughs a little. There isn't much time left in the ride, so for the remainder of the time it's just quiet.

Just as we arrive at her house she says, "You're lucky I have my own umbrella." She reaches to the back seat and grabs her purple Calvin Klein umbrella just as I reach to the back seat to grab my belongings. "Let me go out first, then, when I get to your door, you come out with me with your stuff."

"Okay," I say. I say it louder than how I normally talk because she has opened the door to the pouring rain. Being shy my entire life has given me a soft voice that I have to live with for the rest of my life.

She runs out into the pouring rain and doesn't get a drop on her because of the protection Calvin Klein has bestowed on her. She runs to the other side of the car to help me out. When she gets to my side I pick up my stuff in a hurry after I take the time to open the door. I rush out, close the door, and we run to the door. It's only a couple of feet, but the rain is pouring like mad.

We rush indoors, panting for breath. I guess both of us are both out of shape. We both realise this with a single glance and start laughing. But we don't laugh for long as we still don't have breath.

When we finally get back our breath, we step more into the building. As we do so, we see her parents are still here, and in the living room. "Um... mum, dad, what are you still doing here?" Alice asks them.

"Well, if you haven't noticed, it's pouring cats and dogs outside. We cancelled our plans to go out. No one wants to go out in this type of weather," her dad explains.

"We have our night ins here," Alice starts, "What are we going to do?" This time she looks at me, instead of her parents, with concern.

"You could do it upstairs. The living room up there isn't much different from the one down here," her mother explains.