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Chapter 8

Today's quote is:"You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear. - Oscar Wilde

I wake up with my bladder practically bursting, I try to move but I can't because an arm crushing me. I don't really think before doing it, I just have one thing on my mind. I need to pee.

So I just push whatever is holding me back. A heavy body falls to the floor and I hear an oof before I literally jump out of the couch and run inside the bathroom.

I sigh in relief as I finally sit in the toilet, I then clean myself and wash my hands. I was just about to leave the bathroom when I remember the small fact that Pablo is inside the apartment. MY apartment.

I brush my teeth and fix my hair before I leave the bathroom with a smile on my face. And then I start feeling guilty because I remember. I literally pushed him out of the sofa and still didn't acknowledge him.

But I forget about my guilt when I see him in front of the stove cooking, which would've been normal if he wasn't wearing a Princess Sophia apron.

The moment I walk inside the kitchen I burst out laughing, he doesn't even turn to look at me.

"Shut up" He mutters with an embarrassed look on his face, I also notice the light blush on his cheeks. Cute.

"So... What are you making? "I ask him, still chuckling.

"I'm making scrambled eggs" He said, looking proud of himself.

"Can you cook" I asked suspiciously.

"Well, of course I can"

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"Of course I can cook he said, don't worry he said" I grumbled under my breath, still trying to brush the puke out of my breath.

I don't know how anyone could be able to eat that, which is what I imagine a burnt piece of cardboard would taste like. I can still feel the texture of it pressing against my tongue, I shiver.

"Are you okay over there?" I yell to him, the guy is trying to clean his own puke out of my kitchen sink. When I took the first bite I immediately ran into the bathroom while he tried to be a macho man and finished his whole plate. Like that would ever end well.

My whole apartment smells like vomit so while he scrubs away at my kitchen sink I started to look for the air freshener in the cabinet under the bathroom under the sink, I found a cherry blossom one and used that in the whole apartment.

When I finally went inside the kitchen it was almost done, so I just told him to go shower while I finished it. I won't lie and say it wasn't disgusting because that would be a lie. I resembled a scientist with gloves that went to my elbow and a white apron, the princess Sophia one was dirty, I cleaned the sink and did the dishes. I was sweating when I finally finished and just threw both aprons in the washing machine.

I was sitting in front of the tv when he finally came out of the bathroom, he had a small plastic bag on his hand, I assume it has his clothes inside, and came to sit next to me.

"We're having pizza for dinner" He said without looking at me.

"Agreed".

We spent the rest of the afternoon watching movies and eating snacks.

I guess I eventually fell asleep, when I woke up it was already half past eight pm, I found half a pepperoni pizza on top of the table and a note.

Hey, I hope you're not mad at me but I got an urgent call from my folks and had to leave early. You looked too cute so I didn't want to wake you up so I called Chris and he told me that your favourite pizza is pepperoni, so I ordered it and ate half of it. You can also find orange juice in the fridge because I brought some. You don't have to pay me back.

From the best cook in the world xx

I'm definitely going to pay him back.

I ate my pizza, watching grease and thinking about the boy that looks like a rock on the outside but is as sweet as a marshmallow on the inside.

After eating my pizza I do my homework and get ready to go to bed, as I open the door to the bedroom I notice that I've never been inside it before. I feel the anticipation growing inside my tummy, I open the door and I fall in love.

The walls are a nice baby blue, there's a walk in closet on one end and a sofa on another and a king sized bed in the middle of the room. But those were not the things that made me love the bedroom, it was the fact that I found my old guitar sitting next to my bed. My first guitar, the one that my parents gave me when I turned 8.

"Happy birthday dear Ellie, happy birthday to you" Sang my parents. I was wearing an oversized tiara on my head, a huge smile on my face and my princess dress.

"Come on honey, make a wish" Said my mother, a beaming smile on her face.

"Uhn... oh I know! I wish I am like my mother one day" I mumble, thinking that they didn't hear it. I was wrong.

We ate cake and danced all day, we sang, we watched tv and played and then it was time to go to bed.

They were tucking me in, my dad gave me a kiss on the forehead and told me that he loved me, he then left me alone with mother.

My mother took a gift from under the bed, it was big but I didn't know what it was because it was wrapped.

"Ellie, I saw the way you were sad because you thought we didn't get you anything. But as the nice girl you are, you didn't ask questions. Ellie, my love, this is your gift, your father and I worked very hard to get the money for it. I hope you like it" She said with a nervous smile on her beautiful face.

I unwrapped it and instantly fell in love, it was a guitar. It wasn't shiny, it didn't smell like a new sports car but it was mine and I loved it.

So I hugged my mother and told her how much I loved it, she told me it was time to go to bed and that she was going to start teaching me how to play it tomorrow as it was late.

She gave me a kiss on the forehead and sang me her lullaby.

"I was made for loving you

Even though we may be hopeless hearts just passing through

Every bone screaming I don't know what we should do

All I know is, darling, I was made for loving you"

A tear slowly made her way down my cheek as I touched the same guitar that my parents had given to me for my birthday. And I knew, what I felt for Pablo was unique, and it wasn't just a schoolgirl crush.

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Yes I know I haven't updated in like 1298 years but I have school okay? I also know that is Tori Kelly's song. But I thought it fit perfectly and i'm going to try to update more often.

buh byeeee