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"Get them home safe Cullen. I don't want my parents to be the reason for a car crash that kills your parents," I mumbled to him as he gathered his parents stuff.
"Will do," he said sighing. he glared at his drunken parents, "Aren't the teenagers supposed to be drunk?"
I slightly smiled at this, "Bye Mr. and Mrs. Jameson, have a nice night,"
Cullen waved at me as he pushed his parents out the door. I didn't wave back. My parents sat on separate chairs. They both sat slouched and loose, my mom was giggling as my dad talked.
"Time for bed," I groaned. They pouted like children but obeyed. They trudged up the stairs,"Oh and please don't do anything stupid; three kids is enough and my room is too close to yours!"
The giggled in reply like a few school girls. I cleaned up the living room for them, knowing they will have hangovers in the morning. It took me half an hour.
I headed up the stairs into my room. I changed out of my sweater and jeans into a tank top and fuzzy pajama pants.
I climbed under my yellow duvet, and white sheets. I switched off the lights and was swallowed by my bed. Just as I closed my eyes, a small light illuminated a portion my yellow wallpapered wall. I rolled out of bed to find the source of light.
A black iPhone lay on the hardwood floor. I had not owned a iPhone, neither had anyone in my family. The text that illuminated the phone was from Alex.
It was Cullen's phone.
That devil left his phone in my room. It must have fallen from his pocket when we were in there.
I sighed. I swiped to unlock but there was a password.
I tossed it carelessly onto my bay window seat. It landed with a small thump on the lightly cushioned surface.
My eyes were heavy, so I forgot about the phone and the handsome fear that went with it. I laid in bed and sleep ate me up.
The next morning was Saturday. I woke up before anyone else due to an annoying ringtone.
I stomped to Cullen's phone and answered.
"Hello?" My voice was scratchy and my throat dry.
"Hey Bro, I was just wondering-" I cut off the guy.
"Sorry, Cullen isn't here. He left my phone here last night," I swallowed hard.
"Ohh, man! He got some last night?!" The obnoxious guy spoke. I grimaced.
"No. I would never do that with Cullen," the thought scared me and sickened my stomach. I hung up without saying goodbye. The phone was constantly receiving texts.
I laid back in bed and tried to sleep in.
At 7:34 my eyes were pried open by a pair of cold, small hands.
"Arabella wake up! I'm hungry, but mommy's door is locked!" A boy whined. He sat on top of me fully dressed.
I groaned but he convinced me-or more like annoyed me- out of bed. I walked barefoot down the stairs and into the tiled kitchen.
I made pancakes for him and ended up feeding the baby. I usually didn't do those things, except my parents were fast asleep.
When my siblings were situated in front of the tv, I went to the home phone, that hung on the wall. I carefully typed the Cullen's number in.
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If Only They Knew.
Roman pour AdolescentsCullen Jameson is a smart, handsome, almost perfect guy. Everyone loves him. Arabella Tomlinson is the exception. She is a lovely girl who everyone forgets. She doesn't share the same view of Cullen as everyone else in their small town. She knows th...