Random Writing Quote: Writing is a struggle against silence. ~Carlos Fuentes
11. It Wasn't That Bad
Sure early in the morning the Devil Boy is here to pick me up. And what time is it already? I look at my alarm clock and it's only 3:07 a.m what am I thinking ofcourse it's still too early. I'm sure everybody is still sleeping while having that sort of comfort while lying down on their bed and dreaming things they usually dream about. this must be crazy it's not yet 7:00 and I manage to wake up this early. My heart beat is really going faster this days and I can't help but blame Rome for this. I still need three more hours to sleep but my eyes is fully awake. this cannot be happening.
I waited a couple of minutes and went back to sleep until my clock started to alarm 6:30. my eyes is still sleepy and it's kind of hard when you wake up so early and when you get the chance to sleep the moment you woke up it feels like you haven't got any sleep at all. this must be my worst nightmare ever. sure it does Rome picking me up? I wanna cry. but then I need five more minutes then I'll stand up and go to bath. but then it ended up that I need another five more minutes so I can complete my sleeping day. it isn't working at all. fine I'll stand up and go to bath.
The cold water suddenly woke up my whole body from head to toe. And it's freezing in here I hate waking up so early just to take a bath. not soon after spending at least fifteen minutes on the shower I changed clothes and eat breakfast. the same old routine I usually do back when I started going to school. the difference is no one ever tried to pick me up from home. Dad pick up his coffee and drink it that's when I became so curious about his adam's apple. wow it sure looks like it's moving while Dad's giving a gulp. I barely recognize it before but now I can't even take my eyes off his neck.
"Isabella what are you staring at?" Lucas said as he pat my shoulders
I turn to face my brother in a weird way and continue eating my cereal. that's embarrassing hope he don't realise I was looking at Dad. I even smile in horror. please don't ask me that same question again. I wasn't staring, I wasn't staring, I wasn't staring I promise I wasn't even looking at it. help me now. no more questions I hate when he keeps asking me about it. sure it looks weird when something has caught my attention. but if your going to laugh at me can you please do it later?
"Isabella" I heard him call my name
"What? I wasn't staring I promise" I said in a horrified way
"I wasn't even talking about that" Lucas said as he murmured and give a big bite on his apple
Suddenly the tension inside me fade away and I want to sink in embarrassement saying something so stupid to the thing he wasn't even asking about.
"Then what are you going to ask me?" I asked him as I paused for a moment and look at him
Here, it goes back again but this time my heart was racing even more faster.
"Nothing" he whispered
He seemed to disappoint me a little bit when he told me that.
"Really?" I questioned him
Phew! that was a huge relief but I don't know what he's thinking right now. I hope he don't mind. then I felt my phone vibrate so I reached for it on my pocket and saw a message from Rome.
Princess I came to pick you up - Rome
"Ah!" I shouted, remembering what he just said.
I stand up from the table and grab my bag
"What is it sweety?" Mom suddenly asked as she came over me
"I forgot I have to go" I tell her. sure Rome is here to pick me up.
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The TroubleMaker Label (Major Construction)
Novela JuvenilIsabella has spent most of her years away from him. since when did he decide to come back? Rome was the one Isabella was talking about. ever since their childhood days the two have been playing like cats and dogs but that all end after an accident...
