You All Along

Chapter 25

SONGS FOR THIS CHAPTER

300th  T-Shirt Rap (Lilly Singh/ iisuperwomanii)

Back For You (One Direction)

Fall For You (Secondhand Serenade)

Roar (Katy Perry)

Just Give Me a Reason (Pink)

Pompeii (Bastille)

For The First Time (The Script)

Layla’s P.O.V

My mouth smelled like Jeff’s mouth breath even though I clearly brushed my teeth half an hour ago. He scrambled of me at the sound of the knock on my door and ran into the bathroom blowing me a kiss on the process.  I opened the door to see my mom standing with her hands on her hips. “Good Morning, mom,” I greeted her and she just raised an eyebrow at me. “Morning-Make out-Session?” she asked and my eyes widened in horror. “What? NO! He just got up,” I lied pretty blatantly. “Well, I don’t really see a reason why your hair is such a mess and your top is so crinkled,” she said, with a faint smile playing on her lips. I just rolled my eyes playfully and took out my hairbrush and set on my clearing my nest head. “Breakfast is ready, see you both downstairs,” mom said and went back to the kitchen. I have a pretty cool mom. I pinned my hair into a French braid and changed into a Black T shirt that read, “BRING IT ON” in clear white letters. I grabbed my cell phone that has been beeping constantly since the second I woke up. ‘IDIOTS REPUBLIC’, a group Adam opened on a social app called Whatsapp, with the members, Akshay, Irene, Elsa, Adam, Jeff and me. Cool, my first group and now it is going to blow up my notifications. I shut my cell phone and left it in my room and ran down to settle my growling stomach. The moment I entered the kitchen the delicious platter ahead of me made me look forward to one hell of a meal. Quiche, French Toasts, Yogurt Sundaes and Steaming mugs of black coffee. Perfect. I hurried myself to the nearest seat and grabbed a plate and picked two of the best French toasts to pile on my plate with a huge slice of quiche. My mom poured me coffee in my favorite American Dollar mug, and sat opposing me with a mug of coffee of her own. “Story time,” was all she said and I suddenly realized that she still doesn’t know that Jeff and I are together. “Your dream came true, mom,” I started and told her everything that happened last night, not missing out on a single detail. By the time I finished the story, my mom was in tears, tears of joy probably. But I don’t think she appreciated the time I was drinking my heads off. I finished my French toast just as Jeff walked in to the room muttering a good morning to my mom and winking at me. My mom sprung from her seat and pulled Jeff into a tight hug and started crying on his shoulders and I giggled at my clueless boyfriend. I mouthed to him that I told her the event of last night and his features relaxed as he rubbed circles on my mom’s back as she pulled away, wiping the tears that stained her cheeks. Jeff grabbed a plate and sat beside me piling hid plate with 3 large French toasts and two large slices of quiche and a yogurt sundae. He sipped on his coffee before starting on his breakfast. We ate in silence but mom left to do the dishes. “I’ll be going out to pick something up from Akshay in an hour, okay?” he said and I simply nodded gesturing okay.

Jeff’s P.O.V

*Mission Successful* I texted Akshay. I was going to meet up with him. I wanted to take Layla out on her first date. Too soon, I know. I’ll take her tomorrow, evening maybe? But I wasn’t good at this, and I needed help. I parked my car in front of his hostel and called his number. He picked up at the second ring and said, “On my way, on my way. Getting down the lift. Will be there in two minutes,” he said and hung up. Okaay, so he didn’t let me talk. I waited, singing along to the random playlist on the radio. Akshay climbed in exactly two minutes later and we bro hugged. I brought the engine to life and he settled in throwing his bag to the back seat and buckled up. “What’s the plan?” he asked and “I don’t know. Dinner maybe?” was what I replied. “I’ll think for you and do me a favor, think for me?” he asked.  I instantly understood what he meant.

“I really like her, you know? I will go back to India after I’m done with school. And I want her to come with me,” he said, and tilted his head back and sighed. “Do you think she likes me back?” he continued. “Who? Irene? Okay to be honest, Layla already told me. She does like you, a lot. They had a girl talk yesterday, you know and a lot of things will be revealed then,” I said and his energy level pumped up like someone just inserted adrenaline jab into his system. “REALLY? Oh My God!” he screeched, sounding like a hype teenage girl fan girling over boybands, so much like Layla when she was 12. I pulled in front of the huge store Akshay gave directions to, and turned off the ignition before getting down. Time for some serious thinking.

I solemnly apologise because this chapter, I feel, was not one of my best. I was in a hurry to update because I had to go to work. I promise I'll make my next chapter even better. Please don't stop reading because your reads, votes and comments make my life complete! Please, no hate, and do vote, comment and share! I love you all! *weeps*