Nerdly In Love

WHAT THE HELL !!!

EZRA'S POV

I arrived home as people call it a mansion I sort of miss this place even though my mom is not here anymore her memories in this place makes me miss her " no....no.... I promised myself I wouldn't cry anymore " I told myself as I felt a tear that wanted to escape from my eyes but I tilted my head in order to prevent that.

It felt like forever since I've been here yes exactly ten years now my dad and my baby sis lora went to California a couple of months after the death of my mother,our dad made that decision and also because this is where the main branch of our company is located.

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"Thanks Ben" I said to our faithful butler who has been with us since I was two years old "I was told" as he welcomed me home.

Shortly after I saw the maids,paid their respect in greeting and went to collect my bags from the car.

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I arrived in my room and noticed that the colour's changed from blue to faint yellow,I might not remember much about my childhood or my room's structure,so " the memories I mean sometimes come to me but its mostly blurry"

        The memories that will always stay with me or clear in my vision as if it had happen yesterday is the memories I've had with my mom she'll always be in my heart and in my memories.

I could've sworn the colour of my room was blue but I shrugged it off o well who cares about such am sure I had no friends from ten years ago.

                      I laid on my king sized bed my feet hanging on the edge with my back I didn't want to mess up my bed contemplating on how I'll put my things in order.

              I know I know the maids didn't pack my stuffs cause I told them not to I just didn't like it.

                Nooo am not hiding or trying to hide anything funny OK.   Pls u and your dirty mind. You are funny **laughing uncontrollably**.

                 Well honestly I hate it I know it seems weird well I am so deal with it.

         Am kidding. Its just that even in California since I was a teenager I didn't like people touching my stuffs even the maids who were supposed to keep the house clean I didn't allow them to enter my room unless its to deliver something or call me out.

                       No trust me it's not cause I have a weird habit of not wanting to see me my room clean.

           Hell no,it's actually the opposite I  loathe untidiness and I like doing the cleaning,it's a feeling or something actually I don't know how describe it,I feel uneasy if I don't do it myself and making sure a speck of dust is not seen.

              Oh please no am not complaining or accusing the maids of anything they are doing in fact great with their work of keeping the house in order. It's a gut feeling I guess I don't know.

                No no no just to clear things up am not one of those clean freaks or those with germophobia,which I think is the dumbest illness anyone could ever have.

No offence to those who have it really.

             I don't know I sometimes wonder if I got this trait from my mother since I don't see it in my father considering I hardly ever see him and took care of my lil sis myself.

                 I sometimes want to bring it up to my dad when he miraculously comes home and surprisingly doesn't stay for long note the sarcasm,you know to build a conversation that doesn't involve the family business. It's hard to bring it up knowing that I'll mention mom.

                You are probably saying am scared of my dad but am not and it's the truth.

                We've gone way too long without mentioning mom and everything's fine I guess and I don't wanna ruin the little we have.

                   I think dad blames himself for mom's death if my memories didn't fail me,he mourned for a really long time and I was there to witness it all,I think he's still mourning the slight difference in it now is that he's not showing his devastation as he use to but I still see the sadness in his eyes the feeling that something is missing but he's trying he's a good father I can give him that.

                       I feel bad for my dad,don't get me wrong am glad my dad loved my mom so much but I also Want him  to move on.

                   Mom's dead and she's never coming back I miss her and all but I've accepted it why can't he.
 

                    In the case of my dad he's still hung up in the past and in his own cloud of self pity,the memories of my mom eats me inside every time I see the face of the man who thinks he killed his wife.

                          I never got to ask why he thinks that seemingly he didn't want to talk about it and fills his schedule with work in order to take his mind off things at least that's what I think.

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                 I finished packing everything
in my walk in closet which I thought I needed for my stay here and immediately plopped on my bed.

                   I kept thinking,my face is always stuck up in some book and today I wanted to feel like a different person. I hopped in the first set of clothing I saw when I walked in which is V neck of white which hugged my biceps and muscular body,a jean trousers and a brown timber.

                   Am not showing off or anything but when you got em u got em  * winks* .

 
                  I picked my phone up which was lying on the bed and got under the internet to ask for any fun clubs in this part of town before glancing at myself in the mirror and my phone on the clubs they suggested and the nearest club I could find was like a 30mins ride from here what luck.

                      I headed downstairs taking two steps at a time,I was excited knowing that I've never done this before.

                      I know I sound like a sissy but am hell no.
 

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                        It took more than 30mins to arrive at the place because there was a minor traffic but I finally arrived I can't deny it club looked cool from the outside I just hope it's holding more in the inside.

                         I just turned a legal adult a few months ago I went inside it was booming I could literally feel the inside of my stomach responding to the beat of the music aside from that I think the place is fine knowing the person who decorated this place added a little class to it.

                  I went to the bar to grab a drink probably cause am not a really good dancer unless am drunk senseless.

                   But I don't plan on getting drunk cause I have to drive drinking my blue coloured cocktail my eyes landed on her not literally but you know I was looking at her I couldn't turn away she's beautiful her black dress code the way she moved to the music and her smile looks like she's enjoying her day her black hair falling down her back her small nose I couldn't get a look at her eyes cause of  the club light giving off different colours of light almost every three seconds.

                     She looks familiar why does she?

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