'Love sought is good, but given unsought is better'
"Neither of them wanted the other to come barging in but they needed it."
Mary Styles was the daughter of a multi-billiona...
Tring! Tring! My alarm rang like hell. I covered my ears with the pillow so as to avoid the sound and waiting for the alarm to stop but it didn't and as always I had to get up.
Yesterday, I slept in my bed in my room after almost two months. My room. I sat up groggily and looked around. I loved my room for only one reason, it was mine. My parents, especially my mom had no right over this room or anything in it. In New York, there were a few things which I could call mine and this room was one of them. Also, the room had a royal look to it, though I didn't like it much, I didn't mind it either.
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I got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom knocking off a few things and knocking into a few of them. As you guessed I'm not really a morning person.
I came out of shower wondering what to wear, finally I settled for a black top and black ripped jeans along with a denim jacket and white converse. I tied up my hair in a bun and put headphones around my neck. I grabbed my bag and checked my watch it was 8:15, I smiled, I was late.
I went down and had a quiet breakfast. Now, as I looked around I realized nothing had changed, not even the breakfast menu. It was still the same. Well, at least my hot chocolate was. My brother grinned at me when I came, my dad gave me an acknowledging nod but my mother blatantly ignored me but she did give the clock an irritated glance and boy, that was satisfying.
I had a quick breakfast and got out of the house as fast as I could. It wasn't like I was a fan of school or something but if I didn't reach on time then Maddy might kill me.
So, Madeline Miller aka Maddy was my childhood best friend and the craziest person I knew and believe me, I knew a lot of crazy. We'd practically grown up together, watched horror films in the dead of the night, pranked our teachers, had our first swig of alcohol,together. She'd been there for me whenever I needed her and vice versa. Also, our families were pretty close as business partners and friends. And our twin brothers, Marc and Harry were also the best of friends.
As I was walking lost in my thoughts I heard the horn of a car, I looked behind and there it was , my baby.My BMW. I saw my brother get out of my car and motioned towards me. I ran towards him and hugged my baby, I had missed it, he just stood there and shook is head.
Two minutes later, we were in my car racing off towards Lakefield High.
"So, why did you ask for a ride", I asked
"Oh, nothing much. Just wanted a ride with my sweet sister.", he answered in a sarcastic tone. I rolled my eyes and put on my playlist. After a few minutes of silence with 'Same Old Love' by Selena Gomez blaring out of the speakers, he finally spoke.
"Spain, seriously? What were you thinking? You know how shocked mom was when she found out and when Jimmie told dad that he'd traced you-"
"Wait, I didn't ask you guys to trace my location. Also, I don't give a shit about how our dear mother feels. And we're almost 18, grow up Marc. I am exploring the world and let me tell you its way beyond our parents and their narrow thinking. Dad's still tolerable but mother, I'd need to have four times my tolerance level to tolerate her."
"But why Spain?", he asks after a long pause.
"Well, I got good pictures of the scenery, they've got amazing dance forms and there's a lot of adventure sports. You name it and its there.And they have delicious food. You should come too sometimes, you know.", I say
"Uh...yeah, next time.", he said and I knew that next time would never come. And just like that we reached school and he got down.And as usual, people stared as he passed and some girls even batted their eyelashes in a seductive way.
Well, time to go invisible
I shut down the engine. I got down and walked straight towards my locker where I met Maddie who was wearing a maroon jacket over a white dress . She frowned.
"You're late", she said.
"No, I'm not. The bell hasn't rung yet." She opened her mouth to protest but then, the bell rang.
Well saved by the bell. Just for now, though. She's not gonna leave me later.
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