One night: slow [ ON HOLD ]

chapter 4

He's such an arrogant.

Why did i gave him time to talk to me even ?
Oh lets see, because your mind was blocked from thinking ? because he had you under his effect ?

God. I don't even know what's his name.

Why in the world would you want to know what's his name.

Okay. I don't want to know anymore.

I turned the shower feeling the hot water cooling down at me. I closed my eyes for a brief second.

"You wanted me."

".. the way you were staring at me.."

I washed my hair quickly, and washed my body with my favorite soap that smelled like orange. It enlightens my mood. Is that weird ?

Stepping out of the shower i wrapped a towel around me.

Drying my hair and straighting it, is one of the most exhausting things. My hair is long down my back. Straight from the roots and curly at the ends.
It's so hard to straight it, sometimes i don't do some parts of my hair, only because i don't get a full access to it. I wish i had someone who could do my hair everytime i showered. Dry it. Straight it. Make it look perfect.

Maybe i should just cut half of it. But my mom keeps telling me that long hair has its own charm.
I guess she was right.

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"Hello, trouble maker." i said to my sister who's sitting with her legs crossed on the kitchen counter.

"Hello to you too, mini- me." she replyed.
She calls me mini- me, because sometimes people mistake us as twins. Almost.

We look alike in the shape of our bodies and we have the same height. Even though she's older than me.

Well im 21, and Kate is 24. Not a big diffrence huh? The diffrence is, that she's wild, everyday she's out with the girls, and everynight she's out with the boys.

Always a different guy picking her up from home by a fancy car, she goes wearing the sexiest clothes she have.
My sister is the most shopaholic i've seen.

Whenever i and her go to the mall she'd have at least to try fifty outfits, making me regret the time i said yes to shop with her. She loves being the center of attention.

Unlike me. I was shy and timide since i was a child, not liking too much attention. I was a book reader, and still. Not so talkative, not so confident, not so friendly, yada yada yada...

But now, i can see a little change in me, turning 21 years old really changed somethings in my life, especially when we moved from florida to chicago, because of my father's job, he was a lawyer, always so busy, and rarley when i see him.
So now that we moved, i'm trying to change, have a new life, and by that, i mean have confidence in myself, start working on my body, make new friends, and complete my studies. That's my main goal.

"How was last night ?" I said, taking a juice from the fridge and pouring it in a glass.

"Ohhh it was lit. Thay guy who picked me yesterday, Dylan, invited me to this huge party, it was well organised, so may people showed up, we got drunk, we played some dirty games. And guess what." She said giving me the look i always knew when she'd done something.

"What ?" I said taking a sip of my juice.

"I ended up in another guy's arms, we messed a little bit, and then he took me back home at 4am." She said laughing.

"Thats why i heard some noises downstairs, you dropped something ?"

"Oh yes omg, i broke the photo frame of my father, the one he bought when he was in france with my mother years ago." She said nervously.

"You are sooo going to hear lot of yelling about that." I told her with amusement.
She stuck her tongue out at me. I laughed.

My father hates when something dear for him gets lost or someone breaks it.