La vita é bella.

Chapter 2: A mortal heater exists.

Nyx

If I was given one chance to kill someone right now, it would be Parker Adams. I will spare no mercy for that nuisance. I love the guy but he has got to stop breaking into my house. I get the fact that we are the best of friends but as a girl, I got to have some privacy. I never broke into his house and I will certainly not understand how can he pass my alarm system.

Yes, you heard me right.

The great Nyx D'Angelo is friends with the loser Parker Adams.

Splendid? Isn't it?

If I'm guessing what you're thinking right now and call dibs on a million bucks, I'm already filthy rich. Why?

This story isn't about an unrequited love story about two friends, first of all. Second, Parker and I made it clear already that there is no intimate affection towards us. A lot of people mistake us for being a couple because of how close we are to each other. Parker and I would laugh till our throats run dry because it was ludicrous to see how the human brain works when something amuses you. Can't a guy and a girl be friends without being assumed we're a thing? The twenty-first century is rotten. Parker and I is the definition of equal gender friends. But what's more interesting is how Parker's face is still a horse's ass. I, of course, is beyond gorgeous.

Anyways, back to throttling Parker to death.

"Let me go, Nyx. Cut me some slack. You're difficult to wake up," He said as he caressed the nape of his neck.

"Why are you here, Parker? Talk fast before I start throttling you again,"

"Jeez, Nyx. Don't you know what day is today? And what's so special today?" He sat on the end of my bed with his hands on his head.

"Beats me," I said and pulled my blanket over my head.

"Come on, Nyx. You're no fun. I'll give you five guesses," He pulled my blanket and helped me stand up. I shot him my signature deathly glare. I guess it doesn't work right now because Parker is blocking my dark energy. Curse Parker's optimism.

"Today is Friday," I said lazily.

"And?" He hopped happily. The kid has a lot on his sleeve. He has more than one trump card up his sleeve.

"Can't you just tell me? It's not like I can't say no to you,"

"True but you still have to guess,"

"Why? What's your point?"

"My point is you need a little sun, my anemic angel. You've been inside your house for two weeks now. I got us tickets to the amusement park and I want you to meet my sister and other best friend."

"You have a sister? Great two Adams. Splendid,"

"Yes. Guess, hurry,"

"Your birthday?"

"Nope,"

"Is it Halloween?"

"Nyx, it's July."

"Oh, I should really go out,"

"Three more guesses," I sighed. I told my mortal brainpower to work. How can your brain function in the morning? It's absurdity. Amusement park. Zoe.

"Zoe's death anniversary," I said finally. He smiled widely.

"Bingo! Come on, get dressed. Cole and Kate are on there way. They just got here two days ago from Australia. Be nice and smile." He pulled my face to form a smiley face. I stared at him blankly. How did I end up being friends with him? I simply do not know.