Watty's 2019 !! - CURRENTLY UNDER EDITING (SLOWLY)
ORIGINALLY CALLED FINDING HOME (NOW SEQUEL'S TITLE)
When Paisley Evans moves from New Orleans, Louisiana to Oregon, Portland, can she fight the instinct she's grown to have to close herself off to o...
A/N: Prepare yourself, for this, is definitely one of the longest, if not the longest chapters I have written for this book so far approx. 3000 words upwards!
Proud of me? I certainly am!
Anyway, Hope you enjoy! x
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Just under a week has gone by and Xavier and I have been texting non-stop, even between rehearsing for the performance. I started to develop this odd feeling in my stomach whenever my phone would go off and I'd see his name pop up on the screen. I don't know how I felt about it, but for the time being, I'll push it aside like the rest of the problems in my life and pretend it doesn't exist.
It's been getting a lot colder outside now, coming up to Thanksgiving. I've been wrapping myself up in thick knitted cardigans and scarfs. It hasn't helped that it's been cloudy and not much sun to warm up the days. Though the nights are even worse.
"Mom are we doing anything for Thanksgiving?" I ask she's currently restoking the fridge and pantry for me and Tyler.
"I'm going out with some friends, I'll some money for some pizza or something." She says offhandedly.
Why am I not surprised that she'd be out on Thanksgiving? That it'd be just another lonely holiday with just me and Tyler. I know my dad tries to get back when he can, but oddly enough thanksgiving is actually a really busy time for the hotel industry. I thought it would be for celebrating with your family and friends. I guess not for everyone.
I leave her in the kitchen and decide to take a bath, something different from my usual shower. The stress from school's been weighing me down with assignments and homework piling up. I've been spending a lot of time catching up and revising material that everyone was taught before I transferred. Another reason I despise moving.
I bring my phone with me to play some music while I'm in there.
Just as I sink into the warm soapy water, my phone dings from the counter, the odd feeling in my stomach making its appearance again.
Xavier: You doing anything?
What could he want now? We literally only said goodbye like an hour and a half ago.
Paisley: Having a bath. Why?
Xavier:
Hot. I'm picking you up in 15.
Paisley: Do I even get a say in this?
Xavier: No. now get ready ;)
Paisley: Sir yes sir *salutes*
Well so much for having a long relaxing hot bath huh. I hop out and quickly wash myself down in the shower. I rummage through my closet and pull on a pair of dark skinny jeans, a maroon knitted sweater and some black ankle boots.
