Sweeter Than Fiction (Freddy x Baby) || DISCONTINUED ||

Chapter 2: "Introduce Yourself"

¤ CB's POV ¤

We finished eating the pizza for dinner, so that the two guys can help me and my mom finish moving our things.

Dad had a hard time moving all of mom's theater stuff like files, papers, different dresses and shoes for either her show, performance or viewing, and also her one luggage full of make-up extremities. Trust me, she brings half of those everywhere she goes.

While Ennard was having trouble helping me with all my trophies, school papers, medals, and books.

"Why do you have so many stuff with you?" Ennard asked tiredly as he dropped my box of books about science fiction like a bundle of dirty clothes.

"Of course dimwit, its not like I can leave my valuable things in my old house. Hey, if its valuable, why leave it behind?" I retorted softly with a wink, as I put my other clothes inside my new drawer. Maybe I'll decorate it once Ennard is gone.

Ennard raised an eyebrow at me, gesturing to the other boxes that has my medals and trophies in them. He sighed softly. "I'm just confused on how many school related stuff you have. Aren't you like any other girls that wants unicorns, fancy clothes and pink shoes?" He asked innocently.

Now its my turn to raise an eyebrow at him. He looks back at me with a confused look while raising his hands up in the air. "Hey, just curious."

"Well you are lucky that you don't have a sis like that. I focus more on school because one mom likes it that way and two mom wants me to be as successful as her but not an actress like her," I said to him sternly, as he only nodded in response, gesturing me to keep going while he settles down more of my stuff.

"I can go for either being a Lawyer but my debating status ain't that good anymore, or the President of United States but I hate politics even though I'm good at it, maybe Cinematography but mom doesn't want me to go there, a Mad Scientist maybe but I don't want to murder my own brain, Electronics Maniac or Computer Technology but again I don't want to kill my own brain, Badminton Specialist maybe but I need to be physically fit for that which obviously I'm not, an Author of Novels but mom doesn't want me to be that too, Storyboard Director of Disney? Can be but I'm still thinking about it. Or maybe a Choreographer since mom did taught me how to dance, or a Music Producer since mom works mostly on musicals, or an Actress since mom also taught me a thing or two about acting," I stopped as my gaze went to Ennard who has his eyes wide open in shock. I guess I said a little bit too much.

He placed down the stack of boxes he was holding and sighed sharply. "Are you done?" He asked, trying not to be rude.

I gave him a soft smile as I finished fixing my clothes on my drawers and dressers. Gosh I did have a lot of clothes, you know how it feels to have a fashion-crazy mom.

"Well, its not my fault mom wanted me to be successful in an academic way. Maybe that explains all the medals and trophies I get," I said with a small sigh, as I grabbed the group of boxes that all have the word 'books' on them.

I started to make my way to my new book shelves near to my computer desk then arranging them by genre. It was silent for a small moment. "How about you Ennard?" I asked absentmindedly.