Under A Love Spell, Literally

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I fold the dress neatly and place it on top of the pile. Dresses done. Pants done. Shorts done. Now, on to the shirts.

Halfway through the pile, the door to my bedroom bursts open, and Ceazar bursts in with a scowl on his face.

"Where's my PS3?" He says crossing his arms.

"I don't know."

He just stays standing there.

"Bye Ceazar."

"Where did you put it?"

"I didn't take it or put it anywhere. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a lot of things to do." I say and usher him outside.

"You'll see. I'm telling Mom." He points his finger at me and gives me a dirty look.

I give him an I-don't-give-a-shit expression and close the door on his face.

I walk back to my bag and three seconds later Dad comes in.

"Have you seen my Bob Marley bobbing-head figure?" Dad has been collecting bobbing-head figures from all over the countries we had visited. We visited a lot of countries. He treats them like their his life. I think he cares for them more than he does for us.

"No, dad. Have you checked under the kitchen sink?" Alessandra is always hiding things there for some unknown reason.

"No, I'll go do that. Thanks, kido." He gives me a smile, which I return, and leaves my room.

I plop onto my bed and stare at the ceiling. Can my life get any more boring? Okay, maybe I have a big family, and I have magic powers, and I've been living for a-

The door opens again and Lorenzo comes in.

Ugh.

Can't I complete a single thought before someone interrupting me. The least the can do would be knocking.

"Is it gonna be hot in Arizona?"

"What do you think, Sherlock?" California is right next to Arizona. Right now it's ver very very hot here.

"If I already knew, why would I be asking you?" he asks, annoyed.

"I don't know; it's your brain. You'd be surprised. And to answer your question, it's gonna be very hot there."

"Okay. Also, another thing. Can I bring a friend with us?"

"No. It's already packed." It's not really, we only have Katerina, him, a friend from mine (I still haven't decided), and me, but I really don't want any more people.

"I won't tell anyone about Rebekah," he says with a smirk, while leaning against the now closed door.

My eyes widen and feel kind of panicked. If he knows, then he would probably tell everyone.

I walk all the way to him and stop when I'm only a few inches away from him. I can smell oatmeal in his breath. Eaukh!!

Focus, I scold myself.

"How did you know that?"

"My room is right next to you, I heard your locator spell. So anyways about that friend-"

But I strengthened the sound proof walls.

"If you tell anyone, I will tell everybody about that time when p-"

He places a hand over my mouth, already knowing about what I'm gonna say.

"Okay, okay. But you'll still make me get that friend," he says, stepping away from me.