Complicated

Chapter 20.

If you totally didn't get the Tom walking out thing, neither did I. All I know is, he didn't;t finish his strawberry shortcake, and I helped myself to it.

I was half done with Tom's leftovers when Natalie came in and totally suspected ME for being a cake stealer. "I knew it!" she said, with this utterly surprised look on her face. "Knew what now?" I ask, chewing on a fairly sweet chunk of strawberry. "I was going to help myself to another piece of Mom's strawberry shortcake, but unfortunately there was none left." she said. And then when I was about to speak, Mom enters the room. I was expecting her to nag me out, but she exceeded my expectations.

I was stuck in a purgatory of nagging. There is no escaping until you get the chance and slip out of it. As I try to take another bite of the delectable strawberry shortcake in my hands, the paper plate gets thrown off from my palms and into the floor. Now, I don't care if you insult my facial features but if you mess my food up, well, I'm going to mess you up.

 My mom walks out, and Natalie does too, staring at me like hawk. I kneel down and say my condolences to the mess of a strawberry shortcake lying on the kitchen floor. 'You were loved' I whisper to the shortcake. Apparently, someone heard me say my sympathy to the cake. I stand up and brush my blouse. I look up, and lock eyes with a pair of sparkling emerald green eyes. 'Hi, Renzo' I say, followed by a nervous laugh. "Hey Ave, have you seen Tom?' he asks, looking around to see if he's around. 'Oh, yeah, I've seen him. I've seen him unmercifully leave a beautiful piece of strawberry shortcake, and walk out without no apparent reason.'; I think. 'Um, yeah, he was just here a few minutes ago. Why're you looking for him?' I ask. It's probably brother reasons. 'Brother reasons' he answers, anxiously looking everywhere all at once. 'Aha, I knew it was for brother reasons! You silly little brothers with your brother reasons. Well guess what, they ain't existing!' I think. 'Well, I better go find him. Thanks for the info.' he says, and leaves without a goodbye. How rude.

  As I scoop up the ruined cake, another person enters the kitchen. And this time, it's Nick-sass Kingsley. "Hello, Ave' he says, with a confused face. And then I realize that he's looking at my shortcake. WAT U LOOKIN AT, SASSY?!  I mean... 'Hey, Nicholas.' I say casually, despite my previous thought. 'Hi, Ave. so um... I was wondering where...' he says, though he seems to be choking because of the words. 'Mm-hm?' I say, stepping up my eyebrow game. 'Whereeee.... Um...' he says, slightly blushing (or maybe it's the lack of air due to the words he's trying to say). 'Continue.' I say, as I gesture a continuing action using my hand.  'Where's the straw berry shortcake? Um, I can't seem to find it. I'm famished.' he says, obviously covering up the question he was wanting to ask. 'On the floor. Can't you see?' I ask sarcastically. 'Okay, Nicholas, you aren't fooling anybody with that question. What do you REALLY want to ask?' I ask, and he seems uncomfortable as he scratches the back of his neck.  'Damn it' he mutters. 'Fine, Ave, where the hell is you sister, because I've been in love with her since the moment I saw her? I guess I am such a believer in this thing called 'love at first sight'.' he says then sighs. 'I knew it. Can't blame you anyway, somewhere in the garden, moping about her craving of strawberry cheesecake' I say, then pause to get the slice of cake I hid in the fridge. 'Here' I say as I hand him my precious gem. 'Give it to her. Cakes ARE a good conversation starter.' I tell him, and I smile. He accepts it and says thanks, and, as Renzo did, he walked away without saying a goodbye. Why am I suddenly longing for goodbyes? Am I even worthy to be given one? Well, from the past few minutes, I guess I am.

 As I pick up the last bit of cake on the floor, I throw the ruined piece of cake into the trash can. I wipe my hands unto my perfectly dark pair of pants, knowing that it's wouldn't stain the denim. I rush out to find Tom, and ask why did he walk out for no apparent reason.

 I scurry my way past what it seems like hundreds of people in the house, dodging every awkward relative, avoiding the questions that seem to be good conversation starters but really aren't. In this crowd, it seems like finding Tom is like finding a needle in a haystack. But it seems that I'm a magnet, I think, as I bump into Tom.

'Hey, where the hell did you go?' I ask, but he seemed in a hurry to leave, or avoid me. Either way, he ran to the closet and locked himself up. How childish. 'Tom, get the hell out.' I say, with authority in my voice. 'No, but it's up to you if you want to come inside.' he says jokingly. 'Tom, that's not funny at all. I--' he cuts me off as he pulls me into the closet.

'TOM LET ME OUT OF HERE' I tell him. 'No.' he says, as he pouts like a child. 'Tom, please.' I tell him, but it seems that there ain't no escaping until he gets what he wants. 'Okay Tom, what do you want?' I ask desperately. 'I want an answer. What's going on with you and Renzo?' he asks firmly. What. The. Actual. Heck. 'Why would you think that there's something going on between us? It's not like we kissed each other, in which that we didn't. What has gotten into you?!' I ask, frustration in my voice. 'YOU HAVE, AVE!' he shouts. 'I LIKE YOU, OKAY?' he says. 'Okay.' I say as I lurch to the door and get myself out of that hell hole.

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Hello, Readers!

I'm sorry if I haven't been able to update for the last few months.  But, here it is! Cliffhangers are love. I'll update soon. There has been a lot going on at school. Please stay tuned in!

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