30 Days To Paradise // COMPLETED

Day 21

"Did she say something? What should I do? She's not talking to me!" It was Blake acting dramatically on the countertop of Note Club. "Well for starters, I know for a fact that she hates liars and Cameron knows that. Second, I was told that you ask her to be your girlfriend that night you lied." He looked at me like I'm the only saving grace he had. I know what this boy is asking.

"Fine, I will help you! But Blake, I know you're friends with Cameron and you might be aware of what happened with their dad?" He nodded. Years ago, the twin's dad left them for another woman and it broke the family apart. Their mom shipped the twins off to their grandparents. Cameron took it better than Amy since she was daddy's girl. "A girl's trust is as fragile as a glass. But Amy's is much more breakable. You might learn it the hard way but she prefers frankness over sugar-coated lies."

"I know I did mess up. But Frankie, I really like her. Like really like her. I've been for a long time now. I wouldn't confess to Cameron and ask for his blessing if I wasn't serious." "I know buddy. And I would let this one slide since it's your first offense. But hurt her again and I'll send you to Tartarus. You don't want to mess with me." He nodded as if he knows where that place is. As if on cue, Cameron came in still looking smug and worried. "She won't talk to me either." As if answering my question.

"Well of course, she knows you initiated it." He was about to ask again when I cut him off. "Cameron, you're her twin. You know more than I do that you don't have to tell her something for her to know that something." My mouth hung opened as I realized I was confused of what I just said. "I get it. And I know. I should have known." He leaned towards the counter. "Now I can't even watch the TV since someone hid the remote." Petty I know but that is Amy for you.

"Go be a romantic lad and buy her strawberries, a chocolate chip cookie and a box of gummy bears. She should be crankier now since she's close to the time of the month." Both of them looked at me. "Yes I'm the actual twin and Cameron here is her womb-mate. Or that's what she tells me." Cameron smiled and Blake dashed towards the door shouting thank you's. Cameron and I were standing, looking at the door as if expecting someone to come in. "He had it bad huh?" Cameron chuckled as if understanding what I am saying. "You could say that. Same thing with Josh." I didn't expect that one. "What about Josh?" He looked at me. Like really looked at me and chuckled as if he just had an inside joke. "All in the good time Frankie." Without saying goodbye, he reached for the door.

I arrived at my house on time and was expecting to have a normal night, homework and maybe squeeze in some Twitter time, but what welcome me is far from what I have in mind. My parents were sitting on the kitchen table with an opened white envelope in the middle printed with Barmont University's logo in the middle. My eyes bulged out and my mind silently screamed, fuck.

They noticed my arrival and turned their heads at me, looking like I'm about to get killed. Then maybe getting killed is better. "What's this?" I haven't had the time to sit. I gripped the chair that I was to pull and mentally prepared myself. "I can see that you opened it already. Without asking me."

"Don't make me repeat it again Franklyn. What is this?" My full name is only used inside the household on dire circumstances. And maybe events like this. I extended my hand and reached for the envelope but I was interrupted. "You were accepted to Bartmont. You didn't told us you applied." Instead of retorting a low-key snarky comment, I smiled but quickly hid it. Then I smiled big internally. "My music teacher recommended since she thinks I'm good at music. So I just tried. It's not like I'm going anyway." Lie. I am going at Bartmont and away from the both of you.

My mother sighed in relief but father is still strained. "Music is for those who can't find a better job. Don't waste your time learning something that is useless. Med school is just around the corner. If you have time for things like this, I hope you have nailed your exams for New Hemsphire." New HEMPShire maybe. I felt like having that conversation with my parents would be total useless, explaining that music is what I want to do and not med school. It's better like this, lie my way out then be gone after graduation.

I just nodded, like the 'good girl' that I am. Days from now, I will be free.