Standard Conscious?

Chapter Twenty Three

Scarlett's P.O.V:

I was sitting in Hayden's car with him driving to who knows where. When he asked me to be his girlfriend I was stunned. When I accepted; he didn't pick me up and spun me around or something corny like that; he cheered and said, "Now I can finally kiss you anytime I want."

Talk about romantic.

"Seriously. Where are we going?" I huffed in annoyance, my arms crossed.

"Well sweet girlfriend of mine-" He mentioned it again, "We're going to my place." I looked at him in surprise but he ignored my eyes and continued, "I told you that I'd take you out today didn't I?" I nodded and told him to go on.

"I had no ideas where to take you." He shrugged his shoulders as if he didn't care. I laughed at the thought and he looked at me weirdly, "What's so funny?"

"You! You don't care that you don't have anything in mind for our date. If I was someone else, you would've been bitch slapped or worse."

He chuckled with me but didn't reply. I noticed the creases that formed at the side of his eyes when he smiled widely and laughed.

"Well I had nothing in mind. Still don't.. So, I decided to take you home with me." He put his seatbelt on, as did I, and started the car.

The car ride comfortable. Except for the part where he decided to turn on the radio and ruin my mood.

"No!" I whined and slumped against the car seat. That radio was bashing out rap which I clearly didn't understand. All they do is add 'b*tches' or 'f*ck' to a sentence, sing it fast and bam! You got a rap song.

"What do you mean 'no'?" He turned the volume up, "It's a nice tune."

"Nice? You must be joking! There's nothing 'nice' about this song." I complained and raised both my hands in exasperation. I was irritated very easily by this Lil Wayne. When I was younger, ousted to be very scared of him. But now, I just don't like the person.

"What's there to not like about Lil Wayne?" He seems to be testing my limits. As for now, I was sure my nostrils were flared and my fists, clenched.

"What's there to like about Lil Wayne?" I asked back. He seemed to be in thought but then changed the station.

"You're right. I was just teasing you." He laughed. Thankgod no more of that scary tattooed guy.

"That wasn't funny at all. The guy is very scary." I still had a sour expression on my face but when Hayden started singing Call Me Maybe along with the radio in a very girly voice I started laughing.

It took us a few minutes to reach his home. Mansion, villa or anything that's as big as an airplane. I was sure I was gawking at the huge house. My gaze travelled to the garden which was decorated with flowers of all colours. The grass was green and it seems as if the sunlight was reflecting from the blades of the glass. The brightly coloured flowers seemed to enhance the gardens beauty. A fountain was situated right in the middle.

This was just the garden; the house was even more fantastic! I was just taking in everything when I heard Hayden laugh behind me. I snapped out of my daze and quickly fixed my posture; seeming as my back was hunched, neck slanted and looking up at the giant house.

"Well let's get in." He led me to his front door and stepped aside to let me in first. Pretty impressive. . .

"Who knew you were good at wooing girls." Hayden laughed at my comment.

"I was born this way." He winked at me. I know what you're thinking; Lady Gaga? Yes that's what I thought.

Inside was just as amazing as out. It wasn't just impressive, it was beautiful. From the expensive furniture decorating the living room to the huge chandelier on the ceiling, everything was perfect. Cream walls embellished neatly with white-gold patterns and paintings.

"So, this is my house." Hayden stated, raised both his hands and motioned me to move along with him.

"I can see that." I jokingly said, trudging up the stairs which, probably, led to Hayden's room. Family photos were hanging on the walls in elegant frames at both sides. I noticed one where little Hayden had a baby carefully cradled in his arms. Maybe his little brother he mentioned many times before.

Soon enough we reached the lounge. It wasn't very large but it had a homey feeling to it. Two sofas, footrest and a small table was there. The floor covered with a stylish Persian carpet. Don't ask me how I knew it was Persian. . .

The click of a door made me turn my head up in the direction of the sound. I saw Hayden opening a dark wooden door, asking me to come.

It was his room ofcourse. The play station set and controllers gave it away. The room was huge! L-shaped sofa, flat screen TV and a very comfy looking bed with soft cotton sheets.

"Nice room."

"Thankyou. Now I had this in mind since I saw that drawing of your father." Hayden walked to his bedside drawer and opened it.

"The one you saw today?" I asked curiously, taking a seat on his bed while constantly rubbing my hand on it. It was soft!

"Mhmm." He rummaged in the wooden drawer for whatever he was looking for. A smile etched onto his face as I saw his finger grab onto something.

"And you're idea is that..?" I shook my head at him but he was too busy looking for something else while grabbing a piece of paper in his other hand.

"Found it!" He yelled as he raised a pencil in the air. When I was younger, I was considered as a very smart child. I still am. And this smartness came into good use now as I realised what he wanted me to do.

"Draw me."

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Sorry for the loooooooooooooong wait! I wasn't busy, or anything. But schoolwork is too much! They're giving us tests every. Single. Day. -.-

It is so annoying.

Aaaannyyywaaayyy, did you enjoy the chapter? It was a filler but.. Meh. I just love Hayden and Scar! They're so cute :'D

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