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I let out a satisfied yawn and roll over in my day bed. I get up, stretch, and grab my phone of the nightstand. The digital clock on it reads 8:38. I'm surprised at how early I woke up and I jump in the shower.
I get dressed in sandy brown destressed skinnies and a white tank top. I straighten my hair and apply my make-up. Cover-up, bronzer, thick black eyeliner, mascara, smokey gold eye shadow, and shiny lip gloss. I rummage through my draws for something. I find what im looking for and throw it on. My leather jacket. I also grab my aviators and put them on the top of my head, holding up my hair. I look at the bottom of my closet where all my shoes are piled. I grab black pumps and put them on. I'm going for a hard ass look and It's definetley working.
When I'm done achieving my look I feel my stomach rumble and I run downstairs towards the kitchen. "Hey, Harold." I say directing it towards the chef. "Morning, Blake." He says tipping his hat. "I see your going for a rougher look today." I smile at the notice of my look. "Yeah. I heard you only make one impression and this is mine." He lets out a laugh and for some reason it makes me think of Antonio. I quickly gather my emotions and focus on Harold. "So, what can I make for you?" he asks. "Uhm.. just some pancakes would be fine." "Sure thing."
"And Harold." "Yeah?" He answers. "whip cream, please." I smile at him and he nods his head. When he's done whipping up my breakfast I take it to go and head to the living room for some early morning cartoons. I notice Tiffany on the couch and I plop down next to her.
"Hello!" She smiles brightly at me revealing her missing tooth. "Hey. You must be Tiffany." I say smiling back at her. "Are you gonna watch t.v. with me?" shes says pointing to the television set blasting Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. "Ofcourse." I say taking a sip of my orange juice. "Why are you mean to my mommy?" Tiffany asks causing me to have a spit take of my orange juice. A cleaning lady quickly comes out of nowhere and starts scrubbing the floor. "Oh my god. I'm sorry; I'll clean that-" "No need." she quickly says and runs out of the room.
I brush it off and turn to my left to face Tiffany. "My mommy said she did a bad thing thats why you're mad at her. What did she do?" I smile at her and try to put this in the best terms possible for a 6 year old. "Well, let's see, it's not just your mommy who did a bad thing. My daddy made a mistake, too. When my daddy was married to my mommy he liked your mommy and your mommy liked him. So, this made my mommy upset. And then my mom and dad started fighting and then I didn't get to see my daddy anymore and that made me upset." I was trying to hold back tears because I never told anyone that and here I was letting it all out to a 6 year old. "Does that make us sisters? I always wanted a sister!" she says crying out in joy.
I leaned over and gave her a hug. "Yes, Tiffany. That makes us sisters." I hear the clearing of someones throat and immediately know its my dads. I get out of Tiffany's hug and turn to face him. I notice he has a huge grin on my face and I grin right back. "I think you should start packing." He says letting out a small laugh at the end. "Where's Blake going?" Tiffany says on the verge of tears. Boy, do little kids get attached fast. "Oh, sweetie. Blake's just going on a little vacation for a while." My father says running over to Tiffany to comfort her. I feel like I'm a hypocrite for not telling Tiffany that I did a bad thing, too. I decide to let my dad handle the rest and run upstairs to pack.
I look over at the time and realize its 9:47. The rehab center is expecting me at 11:30. I empty out all my draws and closet and throw everything on my bed. I find another stash I had saved in my bag of tampons and chuck it out my window as hard as I can. I hear a knock on my door and walk over to get it. I immediately feel my insides do a little flip and smile at him. Antonio is wearing a bright yellow hollister shirt that brings out his tan, beige khaki shorts, and white dunks.
"Hello, badass." He says obviously commenting on my choice of clothing. "I was here to help you unpack, I think it's only fair to help you pack." I roll my eyes at him and playfully pull him into my room closing the door behind him. He reaches into his pocket and pulls a little baggy out. "I believe this belongs to you." I notice he has my stash and I let out a huge sigh. "God, even when I try to get rid of it that thing still finds it's way to back to me." He smiles down at me and pulls me into a comforting hug. I let my body relax into him and his amazing scent. "Yeah, well maybe next time you should aim for somewhere other then my lawn." I let out a laugh and hug him tighter. "You smell like the ocean." He smiles down at me revealing his dimples and shrugs me out of his hold.
"So, where should we start." He says pointing towards the mess on my bed. I grab my two duffels out of the closet and plop them on the bed. "Well, I think we should start here." He says pulling out a silver bikini with pink polka dots. "I still have yet to see you in this." He says meanwhile giving me the eye starting from my legs all the way up to my eyes. I snatch the bikini from him and throw it in one of my duffels. "In your dreams, lover boy." He picks up another one and looks me over and then the bikini over. "I'm counting on that." He says playfully, causing me to blush.
"Listen, Blake." He says getting serious. "Antonio. Before you say anything. I just wanna let you know I'm sorry about yesterday. I didn't mean anything to hurt you. I'm just not ready for a relationship. And I do like you a lot more then you know." I say looking up into his teal eyes that I've fallen in love with. "I know, Blake. I get it. I just have something to tell you." I look at him giving him my full attention. "I have a twin brother." I interlock my fingers with his in what I was hoping was a comforting way. "About 2 years ago, he was in a car accident. He was high and he was driving. I was in the backseat... he was instantely paralyzed from his waist down. I was fine, got out with a few minor bumps and bruises. He started getting high even more to eliminate the pain. Me and my mom didn't know what to do with him anymore. He was unconcious one night from a drug overdose and we brought him over to the rehab center. I just wanted to let you know, incase you saw him." I watched as a tear fell from Antonio's eye and I quickly wiped it away. I felt my cheast tighten. Antonio was the strong one, thats why it pained me to see him like this.
I pulled Antonio into a hug and felt his body relax. "It's funny, how two minutes ago you were comforting me and now I'm comforting you." He let out a small laugh and It made me feel good knowing I could cheer him up. "I never told anyone about that." I was listening softly to his heart beat with my ear at his cheast. "I'm not just anyone, Antonio." He lifted my head up and I instantely was drawn to his eyes, they were so filled with emotion, and I felt like I knew every single one that he was feeling. He pulled me in for a kiss and kissed me softly on the lips about 5 times. Then he kissed both of my cheeks and my forehead. I kissed him lightly on the neck because thats about as far as I could reach on my tip-toes.
Antonio helped me pack the rest of my things. I walked him to the door and he kissed me passionately. I felt the little butterflys float around in my stomach and I couldn't get them to stop. He leant his head down and whispered lightly in my ear. "You scare me, Blake." And with that he left me. I turned around a little bit love drunk and bumped into something hard.
It was my dad. "Ready to go?" "More then ever." I hugged him tightly and then grabbed my duffels and threw them in the trunk of his Range Rover.
