~Fighting The Feeling~

03. About

About!

Veronica didn't question me when we drove off the place. I sensed that she was extremely confused. But she knew that with my bothering face expression, not to ask any questions.

I made myself comfy on the seat then felt my eyes wanting to close. In a minute, everything went black.

•'~'•

I open my eyes to look at a white ceiling. I seat up in my bed to look at myself from my vanity mirror. My head hurt and my hair looks like if I have been in a jungle full of savage animals. I let my body loose balance from my hips and up, instead of my head landing on the pillow, half of my body crashes with the headrest.

Can you imagine how much that hurts? No, you can't imagine it because you haven't crashed your body with the headrest, right this moment.

"Ouch." I groan. That hurts. "Veronica." I scream my sister name.

"What?" She immediately appears in my room. Apparently, my sister is going out since, her makeup is done, she's wearing tight jeans, a brown leather jacket, hair is down, and is looking at me with a worried and nervous expression.

"Where are you going?" I look at her up and down.

"Um... well..."

"What happened yesterday?"

"You..."

"How did I walked myself up the stairs and to my room? I don't remember coming up to my room."

"Let me talk Rose. Let. Me. Talk."

"Okay?"

"You had a bad discussion with one of your secret ex's I... assume."

"Ex's? When I ever had an ex?"

"You got in my car... then you fell asleep. You didn't want to wake up for as much that I tried hitting your arm with a water bottle. So I, like the best sister ever, had to carry you to your room."

I smiled at her. "Aww, you had to carry your little sister up to her room. How nice of you."

"Hmm, yeah. How poor of me with your heavy ass." She murmured.

"So where are you going?"

"So who was that savage hot beast whom you had the world's biggest discussion with?" She said innocently crossing her arms in front of her chest and leaning on my door frame, giving me a close mouth, smile.

Who the hell was she talking about? Then I remembered... Josh.

How mom convinced me to go out and dedicate a day to myself. How I listened to her and ended up... Rescuing the last person I wanted to see?

What would be the best word to describe this type of undesired scenes?

I remember the discussion. I told him to ask her to tell him the whole story. He must have known everything by now. I hope he really does listen to me and don't start looking for me. Plus, what would he want to talk with me about?

"Oh, that. was... just one of my admirers who I had to scream at him that I won't succumb to go out with him for the 12th time this month." Yes, I know it's a lie. But she will believe it. Watch.

"This month?" She raised an eyebrow, questioningly, pointing a finger to the floor. Told you, she believed it!

"Yeah."

"Wow Rosie, I thought you only got guys on you for a couple of minutes, apparently, you get guys on you 24/7."

"What?" I said propping my elbows on the bed.