Unexpected

Chapter 55.

Albert's POV.

It's three A.M and there's no way I'm going to get any sleep without her by my side.

She left me alone again. She always does that. To every chance she gets, she just walks away, she leaves me. I wish I could have grabbed her arm and told her that I'm just afraid of losing her. I finally have something of my own. She's all I have.

I lay down on my bed with my arms crossed behind my head. I want to call her just to hear her voice. I grab my phone and deal her number but instantly press End Call and toss it to my bed.

She was the one who walked away. Not me. So if there is someone here that has to make the first move is her.

I grab my example of Romeo & Juliet and start to read the act 2. I know its her favourite and I feel her near me somehow. I'm so fucking pathetic.

I miss her. I don't give a shit if it just have passed a few hours since she left. I hate this thing. I'm so dependent on her. I wish I could managed to control this need of having her close to me.

I toss to my bed some geography books. I can't believe that I'm actually doing this. I open them and I imagine how many boring facts Emily would say about every country, city, island.. That girl is a god damned Wikipedia. And I would laugh and tease her by saying that all the other countries are shit comparatively to England. She would gently scold me on my arm like she always does and then I would mention William Shakespeare so she could quote Benvolio, Mercutio, Tybalt and even the Capulet himself.

God, it seems that everything we do is bonded to that damn book.

She would fall asleep first with her head on my chest and with her arms to herself, because she's too shy to wrap them around my waist.

I stand up from the bed and toss the geography book. Saying they're heavy as fuck is an understatement.

I lay down on the couch and I don't take my shoes off when I lay them on a white pillow on purpose. This is the result for not living in my own house. Sophia's father insisted for us to stay on his place so there you go.

Fucking bullshit. My house is bigger than this and I had a bigger room with bigger stuff. Fucking hell.

I search for some kind of movie, something with horror to occupy my thoughts.

Shit.. shit.. shit.. who the fuck still watch this? Shit.. Shit.. 'A 1000 Ways to Die.' Something interesting and stupid enough to make me awake for at least one hour straight.

**

"Good Morning!" Sophia says opening the fridge door. She's so fucking loud.

"Morning." I huff.

"Bad mood?" Sophia says sitting on the opposite couch.

"Why do you care?" I ask looking through the TV.

"I never said I cared, I only asked you a question." Sophia smiles crossing her legs on the wooden table between the couches. She's eating my damn cereals again. Fucking hell!

"Well, don't ask then." I snap closing my eyes so she can stop talking.

"Is everything okay between you and Ems?" Sophia asks and I roll my eyes even with them closed.

"Her name is Emily." I snap.

"It's a nick name you prick."

"Well, she doesn't need one. You're so fucking lazy that you can't say her whole name?"

"What's your problem? She calls me 'Soph' too.."

"Well, that's different.." I say with a smirk.