A LOVE TO REMEMBER | BOOK 1

CHAPTER FIVE

C L A R I S S E

I REMOVE MY CONVERSE AND throw it on the white, fluffy carpet.
I lazily walk towards the washroom, removing and throwing both my black jean and my plain white t-shirt.

"Ahh" I sigh contently, eyes close. I can not describe what I am feeling.

Best feeling in the world is when, you have finally remove your makeup and wash your face with cold water!

Like woaahh!

I stare at the shower and the bathtub. More like, the shower and the bathtub are staring at me.

Do I really need to take a shower? Maybe, I could relax in the bathtub? Nah, I'm too lazy for that...
I'm gonna take a shower after I wake up. Deal.

I just can't. I'm too tired!

I make my way to my room, shoulders slump, because you know why.
I swear I look like a zombie!

"Mmm" I moan, eyes close with a smile on my face. This bed feels so good.
I turn around, my stomach and face press against the soft bed and both hands are under the pillow.

My poor feet are aching, begging to have a good massage.
I'm so going to kill Maydie for that.

Warning: Do Not Shop With A Shopaholic.

That little stupid female dog made me shopped and walked around for like five hours. It would have been five hours more, if Aaron did not called, ordering us to come back.

Maydie and I, we basically bought the whole mall. First, buying tons of dresses, then jeans and tons of T-shirts. Let's not forget about converse! And Nike! And Adidas too! I was literally drooling at the sight of these shoes.

This is what happens when you get access to somebody's card!

Also, Maydie forced me to buy high heels, well I bought two. One Black and the other one, Red.
And all hell broke loose when we saw Victoria secrets.

Like, who doesn't love Victoria Secret!?

Victoria Secret is never out of stock...

We bought a couple of underwears and bikinis. And Perfumes too. And lingerie..

If only Kelly was there...

I like shopping, like buying new things but not walking...

I care about my feet.

Letting out a final yawn, I pull the comforter to my neck; hugging the pillow.

***

I wake up to something poking on my cheeks.

Whoever dare to wake me up is definitely stupid.
I groan, hiding my head under the pillows.

"Oh my! Look at that nice, firm round butt!"

A loud and sharp smack make me take a sharp puff of air.