I Hate my Crush

Chapter seventeen: Um is the water cold?

{EDITED}

This chapter has a lot of POV switches between Daniel and Alexis so bare with me.

If you know me or are a person like me, you would know I value my sleep. If I could marry sleep-we'd be on a honeymoon for the rest of me life. Probably get into a fight about how I'm always gone, never making it up. Anyways, apparently the people downstairs didn't get the memo. Stupid people always being stupid. That's prbably why I'm single. Or maybe because my flirting is insulting you.

I groan and cocoon myself with my blanket. I slowly walk down the stairs. My feet come in contact with the hard cold floor. Its almost as cold as my heart. I walk to the kitchen an aura of happiness is in the air. Stupid people eating and laughing and being happy, it's before noon there is nothing to be happy about. Gonzalo sees me and turns off the TV.

"What the hell!" Dante yells. Gonzalo presses his index finger to his lips.

"Don't make any sudden movements. She won't see us if we don't move." He whispers.

"Oh where did everybody go. Its like they disappeared." I say my voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Dude it worked." Blondie celebrates. We all turn to look at him.

"Good morning." Gonzalo walks slowly over to me. He snaps and points to the bowl of cinnamon toast crunch. He hands me the bowl of goodness. "How are you feeling." I shovel a spoonful of the cereal into my mouth.

"Fine. I'm better now that I have food." I finish and place my bowl in the dish washer.

"So what are we doing?" I ask.

"Where meeting Andres at the l-" I cut him off.

"Well what are we waiting for let's go. Andres is a very busy man he doesn't have all day people. Chop, chop." I run up the stairs to get dressed.

Now before you start to think I'm a crazy stalker, I'm not. Andres is a sophomore in college. He visits his grandparents next door when he can. He is like a brother to me. I had this small crush oh him but I know that it can't happen until I'm like 18. Because he's 19 right now and I'm seventeen. You know how parents are, my mom says I can't date until I'm married which doesn't make sense so she changed it to eighteen. Back to the crush thing. Yeah it wasn't small have you seen him his like. Young Brad Pitt and young Leonardo DiCaprio had a kid. Mixed with Fransisco lachowski. Plus is Mexican and French. He has more of a spanish accent, but he speaks French. God I need help, okay maybe the crush isn't as small as I thought it was, but I digress. I'm probably never gonna find a guy like him. I'm gonna die alone with sixty cats. But even though his not my boyfriend he's still a great friend.

I rummage through my suit case and find a black strapless bikini with matching bottoms. Nah. A strapless light blue bikini top with the black bottoms. Hell ya. I put those to the side and find something to go over them. Its a light blue tank top/crop top. That goes down to my belly button but moves higher when I raise my arms. With white lace shorts and a pair of sandals.