Welcome to My Life

Gone For A Week

Havana.
I woke up the next morning to hear shuffling noises around the house. I got up and walked out of my room and down the hall to see my mom.
"Mom, what's with all the noise?" I ask.
"Oh uhm, Marvin and I are going to be gone for about maybe a week." My mom replied, rushing down the stairs.
I rushed after her and said,
"You couldn't tell me that like a week prior?" I question.
"Listen honey, I gotta go Marvin is in the car. There's a note that explains everything in the kitchen on the counter, okay? Love you." My mother said, and kissed my forehead then left.
Great, now I'm alone. like always.
I huffed and trudged over to the kitchen and found the alleged note that my mom left.

" Havana,
Marvin and I are going to Florida for a week to see his parents. He said that they wanted to meet me. So, I left you some money in the drawer under the note. That should be more than enough for you. Just remember these rules: don't leave the house a mess, no parties and, don't spend all the money so quickly.
-Mom"

"Well it's not like I even have enough friends to throw a party." I mumbled to myself.
I opened the drawer and found a wad of money. I unraveled it and started counting. Majority of it were hundreds.
"A thousand dollars? Damn, I have enough money to go to a strip club!" I exclaimed.
I smiled to myself and went upstairs to my room and put the money away.
What to do, what to do? Hmmm, it's a nice Saturday morning and I have nothing to do. This is what happens when you have no friends. Well, I do have Zayn. He's probably busy or got tired of me. I guess I could finish my drawing of paradise I started a week ago. I pulled out my sketch book, pencils and my phone. I searched through my music and put it on shuffle. I put both earbuds in and started to draw. 'Get It Over With' by Rihanna started to play. Each word,line and note of the song, brought me more into my feelings. I spent the rest of my day drawing different things. Even after the song ended and finished drawing, I could still hear her words playing over and over again, bringing me to tears. I put my sketch book away and just laid back on my bed with Rihanna's voice stuck in my head.
***
"Havana. Wake up."
I jump up out of my bed and in a 'ready stance'.
"Harm me, and I will kill you. I have a black belt in karate."
"Havana, it's me. Zayn."
"Oh," I said, as realization hit me straight across the face. "What are you doing here at," I pause to look at my alarm clock. "Almost 2 in the morning?!" I exclaim.
"I was bored." Zayn replied.
"So you decided to scare the life out of me?" I question.
"Well I did text you....a lot." Zayn answered.
"What do you want?" I groaned.
"To have fun." Zayn smiled.
"By doing what?" I whine.
"I don't know. Wanna drive around and find something to do?"
"Zayn, I'd rather sleep. Besides, what would we find at nearly 2 in the morning?"
"Wal-mart."
"Why would we go to Walmart?"
"To have fun duh, what else?"
"Ugh, fine. I'll put on my slippers."

|Hiiiiii! So how was it? Don't you think Zayn is a bit crazy to come into Havana's house and 2 AM to go to Walmart? What would you do if you were Havana? Comment. Song and picture of Havana's drawing in the MM-Andrea|