The Last String

Chapter16

Why were the stars not glittering as they hung onto the skies above?

I gazed at the heavens, not seeing a single star in sight. I guess it's the busy hustling city beneath. Fascinating in every way, just not as fascinating as admiring the twinkles.

I snapped back into my shallow reality; shaking my head.

I tried to uplift my spirit and the ambience around me. I, Lilly Seth Wilson, stepped out of the balcony, grabbed the flip phone, and called for pizza. PIZZA.

"I'll have two stuffed-crust meat-house pizza sir, please..." I gleefully requested.

In an even happier voice, the cashier replied, "Sure thing darling."

HEY! Doesn't he know that I'm taken? I'm Andy's darling.

I wasn't going to fight the guy giving me pizza, I'm not that dumb. "Thank you!" I answered.

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"I don't feel like it, I'm gonna sleep. Goodnight Lils," he mumbled under his breath.

"Oh shut up..."

I dragged him by the shirt to the couch and fraughted him with pizza.

He innocently sat and gleamed at the television.

We silently watched the Super Bowl. Neither one of us were interested in football, basketball, tennis, or whatever-they-play. We just watched for the commercials!

Beyoncé was acting maniacal on-stage. Usually, Andy would go haywire over anything to do with Beyoncé, but he didn't this time. I assumed it was because of yesterday.

A couple minutes later, he drifted off to sleep but was sure to relief me with a smile.

I considered doing something productive, but I reckon I need a beauty sleep.

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Third person P.O.V

Conner surreptitiously ambled from a midnight blue Mercedes, gaping at a colossal mansion opposite of the sidewalk. Neatly trimmed bushes and fencing surrounded the house. The windows had orchid curtains swaying on the side of them, so the sunlight could stream through.

He stabbed the doorbell and waited for someone to answer. Moments later, Evan swished the front door open to greet him.

"Ah, hello, Conner." Evan swiftly said, "Please come in."

Conner followed him to an enormous room and carried envy within him as he walked. His fingers lightly hovered over the furniture but he was careful not to break anything.

Evan felt like boasting, so he gave Conner a tour of his house.

After three bedrooms, and two bedrooms, they reached Amanda's room. It was filled knee-deep with her laundry and smelled of orange peels.

The room was small compared to the others in the house, and it was difficult to negotiate a place to stance because of the hellish mountains of stains and stink.

Away from the mess, laying on the bed was a fresh-faced girl with streaming eyes, wavy hair, and a luscious smile. She pulled headphones out of her ears and struggled to reach Conner through the mess.

"Morning Sir," she said, not showing her annoyance towards her father to him.

Seeing Amanda lightened Conner's mood.

"She is much more appealing than that good-for-nothing schoolgirl," he thought to himself.

After many minutes of Evan and Conner conversating, Conner headed out.