The Prince and the Bookworm

Chapter 9

I woke up the next morning, the intense light in my room already stinging my eyes. I pulled my cover over my head, having to think for a second about what day it was. I finally decided on Saturday, and peeked my head out of my cover, reaching for my phone which was placed on my bedstand. I wrapped my fingers around it and turned it on, scrolling through my apps before finding Netflix. Every Saturday I would just stay in bed for an hour and a half before getting up and watch Netflix. It was kind of like a tradition. I reached for my headphones, which were pushed in between my matress and the bed frame. I was about to scroll through Netflix, getting prepared for that empty feeling you get when you can't find the perfect show, when a text signal chirped from my phone. I looked to the top of my screen, seeing it was Mariah. I clicked on it, wanting to read the full message.

Need 2 talk..... today. Coffee? I read the message, sighing softly. Mariah would every so often send me a text like this. Usually she just needed to get a bad grade off her chest.

Sure. What time? I replied, and she answered within the minute.

My mom and I r coming into town around 2 for one of her clients. How bout then? The Cafe just down the street from your place?

Works for me C u then I texted back as fast as my long, skinny fingers would allow. Aunt Cindy was a lawyer, and she sometimes had clients in our town. It wasn't very often, but my aunt had quite the reputation. Sometimes people just thought they couldn't survive without her. I went back to Netflix, settling on The Flash. Seriously, this show was amazing. I wanted to watch Vampire Diaries, but my mom about had a heart attack when she heard I had tried it out. For some odd reason, she really hated vampires. I watched almost two whole episodes before deciding to crawl out of bed. I pushed my cover's off, pulling my favorite navy blue jacket on before walking out of my room. I noticed my mom in the living room, watching the news while eating a bowl of cereal. I walked as quietly up to her as possible, but she noticed me, narrowing her eyes.

"Were you trying to sneak up on me?" She questioned, pointing her spoon suspiciously at me.

"Never." I said dramatically, plopping down on the couch beside her. "You know Aunt Cindy and Mariah are coming into town?"

"I was not aware." She rolled her eyes, giving me a goofy smile. "My sister never tells me anything." My mom's attention turned back to the news. I watched as her eyes took in everything the reporters said. My mom watched the news like every morning. Today's occurrences were very important to her for some reason. I rubbed my hands together, trying to get her attention.

"It's freezing in here." I shuddered, breathing in deeply before wrapping my hands around my shoulders. My mom gave a sharp and biting scoff before stuffing another bite of Honey Bunches of Oats into her mouth.

"Maybe that's because the furnace went out."

"Are you serious?" I groaned, crossing my legs on the couch as I turned to face my mom.

"I wish I could say I wasn't. Repair man won't be here until later this afternoon." My mom suddenly glanced at the watch that was strapped to her right wrist. She sighed, standing to feet and setting her now empty bowl on the coffee table. "It's almost 9:00. I've got to get to the bookstore."

"Okay."

"You coming?"

"Not today, if that's okay with you." I replied, stretching out across the couch. My mom gave a sour laugh as she pulled her boots on.

"You'll freeze."

"I'm a survivor." I countered as she made her way to the front door, placing her hand on the door knob. She just laughed, giving me a wink.