The Door to Love | ✔

Chapter 07

"Poppy! Are you busy right now? You know, we can always hang out somewhere," I suggested loudly. I lay on my bed lazily and stared at the ceiling with nothing to do. My room was now completely renovated and polished. It looked sophisticated according to my opinion but Poppy found it dull. The colours were not so vibrant but there was a blend of pastel colours. Except, the odd wooden dark brown closet which stood in the centre of the room.

"You think you're smart Abby? But we have the genes of the same family and I know you are calling me because you got nothing to do!" I heard Poppy shout back. Ugh! It was true that I was bored and I wanted to talk to her. My friends were all out on holidays touring around the globe whereas I was stuck here.

"Aww, come on my baby sister. I miss spending time with you - "

"I am going to Aunt Katherine. And you are not going to follow me there!" Poppy cut me off and I sighed. Aunt Katherine had a ridiculously charming son named Phar who was a year younger to me and a potential crush for Poppy.

But the guy really had guts. When we gathered for dinner and parties, he would shamelessly, openly flirt with me that too in front of my parents! Poppy would narrow her eyes and she would accuse me of ruining her romantic chances with Phar. Honestly, I never liked him and I would never even like him.

At the age of eighteen, I never dated anybody neither did I experience the feeling of falling in love. I believed that a long road was ahead of me to date guys and have fun. I wasn't a social outcast but I was not popular either. I had my group of friends and I was even asked out by guys a couple of times.

But, I shook the idea away since I wanted to set an example for Poppy and make her realize that career was more important than frivolous crushes and boys. Besides, mum and I still did not discuss about boys which would put me in an awkward position to date. Ha! I couldn't even talk to guys properly without embarrassing myself.

I stretched my body and scanned my room to find something interesting to do. My eyes were fixed on the closet. For the last couple of nights, I wracked my brain to find out the scientific reason of this closet but all my efforts were in vain. These few days we did not talk, though I occasionally heard noises from the other side. I was tempted to know more about Norway, to know more about him.

I shook my thoughts away, regarding Ted. He was just plain mean and rude. I huffed and got up from bed. I walked to my closet to change into my pyjamas. I pulled it open and my ears bled from the squeaking noise it made.

I frowned and looked around for my comfortable, old pyjamas which hung loose in the bottom, causing the good ventilation of the cool air which ran an odd sensation in my body. I hummed and arranged my clothes, when suddenly - a hand shot up and pulled me in.