A Weird Love Story

Chapter 18- Why Are You Here?

Maria's P.O.V.-

Grace and I are standing outside of my house trying to take all of the bags inside at once. Not the best idea. We did A LOT of shopping, thanks to Ross. Our arms are starting to feel numb from all the handles but I have one hand free enough to open the door as quietly as I can so I don't wake my parents. We didn't realize how late it was until we got into the car and saw the clock. I go inside first, tiptoeing, but the wood floorboards are very squeaky and I try to walk fast towards the stairs, then I hear a thump and look back at Grace. "Shhh!! What was that?!" I scream/whisper to her.

"Sorry! One of the bags slipped out of my hands, the one that contained the CD's and DVDs." She slowly picked up the bag and held it so tight that her fingers turned white.

"Just hurry up and and get these to my room. My mom isn't a heavy sleeper." We continued to walk to the stairs and when I pressed my right foot onto the first step, there was a loud SQUEAK and I bit my bottom lip then took the next step. SQUEAK. To hell with this.

"Grace!"

"Yeah?"

"Let's just run all the way to the top as fast as we can and get it over with!"

"Good plan, go go go!"

Squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak! all the way to the top and I shut the door behind Grace. I toss the bags on the floor and walk to my bed, turn around and just fall on it with my arms spread out. Then, Grace sits on the end of the bed and lays down horizontally with her feet dangling off the edge and sighs. "Do I have to go home?" she asks me and I raise my head to look at her. "Yeah you do. Sorry." I respond.

She leans up and sits her elbows on the bed to support her. "Then why did I come in here with all of my bags?"

I tilt my head to the side and put on a confused look, "I don't really know."

"We are such idiots." she scoffs and shakes her head, I start laughing.

"Yes, yes we are." she joins in until asking, "Why can't I stay again?"

"Because if my mom wakes up and asks why you are here, then she would figure out that we came home late last night and I-"

"Ok ok ok! I'll go! Geez." she interrupts. She picks up her bags and sways side to side, slumping down the stairs and I hear a faint click and I run to my window to see her putting her bags in the passenger seat then she drives away.

I lay down on my bed again, still in my regular clothes, and think of what to do because for some reason I'm not tired. I start swinging my legs back and forth until deciding that I should watch a movie on my laptop.

I walk over to my closet where I keep my favorite movies out of the 300+ ones we have, looking drawer by drawer until stumbling upon a movie Grace gave me for my birthday that I've never watched. Moulin Rouge. I walk back to my laptop which is laying on the bed and insert the disk. I wish I could make popcorn but that would defiantly wake my parents. I lay/sit down around a 135 degree angle and pull a blanket on top of me along with my laptop and start the movie.

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So far I'm up to the middle-end and it's a little complicated but I think I understand most of it. My eyes are starting to shut but I try to force them open. I'm falling a-asl-leep... THUMP THUMP THUMP! I bolt upright, eyes wide open and hear again, THUMP THUMP THUMP! I run downstairs to the door where the mystery person, probably Grace, is knocking. Knock knock kno-

I open the door before the person finishes. What the? "Ross, what are you doing here at 2 in the morning?"

"You forgot your bag?" he says that like it's a question but I look down and he is holding a small, yellow Forever 21 bag in his right hand.

"I could've gotten it tomorrow. Why did you come all the way over here for a bag? And I thought you had already gone to sleep? Can we stand out here? I don't wanna wake my parents."

"Ya sure, that's fine." He steps back and I grab the house key that is sitting in a tray that my mom painted on top of a table right next to the door and step out, letting it close behind me. "The reason I came here was actually because I have insomnia and I usually take pills for it but it's not working tonight for some reason."

"That still doesn't answer my question on why you came here instead of going somewhere else or just staying home..."

"The real question is why are you wide awake and still in the clothes you had on earlier?" He puts his hand on his hip and raises and eyebrow.

"Well...I asked you first!"

He rolls his eyes. "Fine I came here to actually give you your bag." he holds out the bag and I take it. "Plus I wanted to see what you were doing. Now you have to answer my question."

"Well I felt to lazy to change and I wasn't that tired either so I stayed up to watch Moulin Rouge and was about to fall asleep when you came 'rapping at my chamber door'."

He points at me, grins, and says, "I see what you did there." and I tilt my head from side to side and we start chuckling. All of a sudden I hear a honk and then, "What is he doing here?!"