Falling in love (A Nico Di Angelo love story) #Wattys2017

You have got to be joking

Amber Rose

"Amber. Amber. Amber!" My eyes flutter open, but immediately close at the brightness. "What." I mutter grumpily. "Get up." Nico said impatiently. "Fuck off Di Angelo." I murmured. "Whatever. I tried." He said. "Amber. Can you please get up?" Jordan asked sweetly. "Fine."

I sat up and Nico snickered. "Fuck up Di Angelo. I know I have messy hair, most girls do have bed hair when they wake up!" I snapped. "Sorry Miss Perfect." "What are you talking about?" "Amber. You might want to look in a mirror." Jordan said. I took the small compact mirror and opened it. "What the hell!" Somehow, my hair was tied in a perfect ponytail, with no little baby hairs sticking up at the front. My face had an even coat of concealer, foundation and some other powder shit. I was wearing a very soft pink shadow and lip balm, with a rosy blush to my cheeks. "Fuck." "Hehe." "You're an asshole." I yelled. "Okay. Where did your dad say the plane was?" Clarrise asked. "Airport." I replied. "Okay. I'm stopping to get some food." Clarrise said. "I want to come." Jordan said.

We stopped at a department store and Clarrise and Jordan jumped out. "We'll be 10 minutes. Try not to slit each others throats." I yawned and began to tidy up. "Dam it." I said as I nicked my finger. "What." Nico said. "Nothing." "Seriously. What happened." "Just a small finger bleed." I finished packing up the blankets, then I grabbed my backpack and looked for some face cleansing wipes. "Here they are." It was in that moment I remembered I couldn't get rid of the makeup. "Shit." I sighed and grabbed my hair brush. "Can't do that either." "Oh yeah." "Why do you call me Di Angelo instead of Nico." He asked. "Cause you're annoying." I answer, smiling sarcastically. There was a moment of silence until he said. "You're not perfect." He said. "Trust me Di Angelo. I'm far from perfect. My father tried to make me perfect by sending me to the school of posh bitches." "Is that why he missed your birthday?" "Yeah. He called me and said "Sorry I can't come to your birthday. I'm in Rome right now. Love you. Bye." He didn't even say Happy Birthday." "Sorry." "I don't care. I wasn't even raised by him. I was raised by my maid." "That sucks." "I know."

Time skip:

"Hello Mam." The lady looked up. "Are you lost." "No. I'm here for my jet." "Listen. This place is for rich people." I glared at her and pulled out my phone. "Listen. My father is Koby Rose." I said persistently. "I'm going to need proof." She said tightly. I rolled my eyes and pulled out my birth certificate. She read it and her eyes widened. "My deepest apologies, Miss Rose. Your jet is waiting." She said nervously. "Thank you."

Time skip to Jet

"That was hot." "Fuck up."