~ july 19th, 2010 ~ yaaas I'm starting to say what day it is in the story ~ You're welcome ~
"Hey, princess"
"Princess"
"Prrrriiiincesss"
"Babygiiiiiiiirl"
"What the hell, Zain?"
He couldn't be more annoying. I mean, for fųcks sake, I'm trying ro survive here.
"It's 5am. It's time for you to get up and dress up. If you don't go to your house, your mother's gonna find out and you know what happens next."
"Honestly? No, I don't know what happens next. Why can't we just be together? Is there any problem about this?"
"No baby, it's not about you or me. It's just that I have spent half of my life dreaming about music. About crowds and crowds of people watching me. And it wouldn't be fun being a superstar's girlfriend, babe."
"It doesn't matter. But, okay, I don't care anyways."
Yes, I do.
"Good."
No, it's not good.
He gives me one of his shirts and one of his boxers. I repeat, boxers. I mean, what the fuck?
"What?" The fuck?
"You seriously want to get back home without any underwear?"
"What about my panties?"
"Well, they're mine now."
"Well, that's cheating."
"No, that's just fair. You keep mine and I keep yours. You should thank me for not leaving you cold."
"Oh my God! Thank you soooo much! My hero!"
"Well, I know I'm your hero."
I quickly dress up and he pick me up.
"What are you doing?"
"Helping you. You got no shoes on."
"Cutie"
"No, you're the cutie here."
"Well, as you said, I gotta go."
"Oh, right."
He walked quietly down stairs, holding me in his arms. Then, he opened up the door and walked outside. It's so cold. He holds me closer.
"I can't believe I'm out just because of you. At 5am. Just because of you. In december, I mean Seriously. Damn."
He walks to my door and picks up the keys inside of the vase in front of my house.
"At 5am. At 5am, babe."
He opens up the door as I giggle on his neck.
He walks to the staircase and puts me down.
"I guess that's enough."
"Yeah-
"What is happening here?"
Time to freak out. My mom woke up.
"Oh, hi Andrea!"
"Hi Zain. What are you doing here at 5am?"
"Your daughter started to freak out because she came downstairs and found a mouse. So she called me, at 4am, and I came here to help. Don't worry about the mouse, it's already out of your house. We were just talking. But I guess now it's time to go."
He runs up the staircase and hugs my mother. I can't believe him.
He slowly walks down stairs and hugs me as well, but kisses my cheek before walking to the door and out of my house. He's so smart. I can't believe how amazing he is at lying.
She smiles and walks back to her room. She loves him.
I slowly put the key back on it's place and lock the door with the key that we keep on the table. I try my best not to make any sound as I put the key back where it belongs.
"Taylor?"
she walks back to the middle of our staircase.
"Yes, mom?"
"What are you wearing?"
I look down at the big shirt I'm wearing and almost freak out.
"Zain's shirt. He left here last week when we went to the beach. He gave it to me yesterday. It's just really big for me and really comfortable as well. I like sleeping in it."
"Oh... Okay..."
"Mom, have you noticed how cold it is?"
"Honestly? No. Maybe it's because you opened up the door at 4am with no pants on. You need to learn how to deal with a mouse, by the way."
"Yeah, I do."
She walks back to her room, and I walk to mine. My room is the only one in the third floor. That's because I keep playing guitar and singing really loud all night.
I close the door and pick up my notebook and a pen.
"Friday night beneath the stars
In a field behind your yard
You and I are painting pictures in the skyAnd sometimes we don't say a thing;
just listen to the crickets sing.
Everything I need is right here by my side."I write down some lyrics, until I finish the song. It's about all of the unforgettable moments I spent with the beautiful boy who lied to my mother. Maybe I'm in love. I don't know.
I think now I should sleep. He didn't let me last night.
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