Twisted Destiny

Chapter 6❤

◾▪Jeremy▪◾

These packed cardboard boxes are making me lose my mind. Only one box has had the opportunity to get unpacked with my holy hands that too because I needed clothes. I have never been so irritated with something. Incomplete work sucks.

Maybe it's the cream everywhere. Cream bed. Cream walls. Cream shelves. Cream door. Basically cream house. The flooring is brown but it is covered with cream rug.

This is it. This is the problem.

I better change these colors or I doubt it's gonna take them more than a couple days to actually drive me crazy. Thank God that the bathrooms are not cream. Otherwise I think I would've run away from here.

It's been three days since we shifted here. And I've been on house arrest since. I don't feel like leaving the house before unpacking everything. But I need to. Mike had to go back to work as he took two weeks off and couldn't help us. But we can work things out. After giving the whole house a makeover.

It is a small two storeyed cream house– three rooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen and a living room. The guest room and my room is on the second floor with a connected bathroom and mom's room is on the lower level with the kitchen, living room and bathroom.

I take my phone and keys to the car and shout while heading down the stairs and towards her room, "Mom! I am going to buy some paints so that I don't go crazy. I'll be back in an hour or so."

"Jer! You don't even know your way around here, how are you planning to come home?"

I huff as I go stand in front of her. I grab her shoulders and say, "Mom I'm not a two year old kid. I'm gonna be fine cause a thing called GPS was invented which I know how to use."

"Fine! I'm not going to come to rescue you if you get kidnapped."

I kiss her forehead and say, "If that's what you want to believe, mom. Bye."

Finally, I start the car. Sweet. I reverse it out of the driveway and on to the road carefully. I missed this baby. It has been like a week since I touched her. Locating the shop in the GPS, I start my ride.

The general store had everything I wanted. Paints, brushes, rollers, gloves. So, I took small boxes of paints of different colors and stencils. The thought of painting the whole damn house was relieving and exciting because I don't think that I could live in that house any longer without going more crazy than I already am plus I get to skip the first week of school. Not because of the painting part but because of the moving part.

I head to the billing counter with my shopping cart and join the lovely queue. There are about five people ahead of me.

The next thing I take notice of is a girl who had earphones plugged in and the music was so loud that I could vaguely hear the tune. I wonder if her eardrums were fine at the moment. She was standing ahead of me, with a basket of small canvases and brushes. Her hair were tied in a bun at the top of her head. Not to forget the fact that one brush was behind her ear and her clothes slightly stained with colours here and there. She looked about my age.

The line moved ahead and it was the girl's chance. The cashier scanned everything and had to say the price thrice as the girl couldn't hear it the first two times. Ultimately, she removed one of her earphones and paid the cashier. She could've done that the first time itself. Girls.

It was my turn next. The girl moved a bit ahead and turned around to take her bags and trust me when I say that she was something else. It was just the vibe you get from looking at her. It felt so positive. The whole aura had this feeling that everything was gonna be okay. That everything was awesome. That everything is good. It was like find the good in bad things.