Detour

17: Alluring Invitation

And when I say two more days, I meant two whole fucking days.

As soon as I woke up in my bed with my Mom beside me, still sleeping soundly on my pillow, last night's talk came in my head. It was a long talk actually. Mom told me how fast she departed from home to Amsterdam just to get me back home.

Aside from Vince-issue, in which i'm needed to come home because I might never see Vince again this summer and mom, for the love of God, finally gave my number to him, the other thing was, Dad became furious when he found out I went to Amsterdam alone without consulting him. You see, my Dad, yes if you haven't heard that I had one, now you do. My Dad, is not always in our house because he works away from home— in the other continent precisely. Other than being apart from him since the day I learned how to mumble a curse, I never really considered him as a good father to his children—yup. Children.

Man, didn't know I'm too secretive.

I have a brother. His name was Harry but as he turned sixteen, me still twelve, he realized a lot of things in his life. Long story short, my brother was kicked out from our family by our own Dad just because he can't swallow the fact that all Harry wanted is to live the life with a woman's heart. Because Dad can't take that Harry is a gay, he swore on that day, that he'll no longer recognize Harry as his son.

Yup. This life is dramatic. Prepare your tissues bruh.

So as I was saying, I never consulted my Dad about my departure because I still hate him and he wants me to come home so he can scold me personally.

Right again, he's now in England.

I got off from bed and cooked Mom the usual breakfast. Eggs, bacon, mashed potatoes, and of course, peas. For world peace.

"I'm surprised." My body jumped when Mom suddenly came out from the room just to say that behind my ear.

"No," I looked at her in horror. "I'm the one who got surprised! My God, I almost killed myself with shock." I rolled my eyes and get the plates from the rack. Prepared the juice on the table and sat across her. "Good morning milady, we shall now eat." I curtly bow my head which made her laugh.

"Great, because i'm totally starving." We ate silently and along the way, she complimented everything I served for breakfast.

I'm not really a good cook but Mom is just really good in making up lies. I'm telling you.

After that breakfast, Mom surprised me, again, by getting up like she's going somewhere important when she told me she's just going to Astrid—or so I thought, huh. I know this shit. She and Astrid will go shopping and watch the Avengers Endgame probably.

Of course Jess! Since childhood, your Mom loves Astrid like she's your sister. Mom always wanted her children to be girls, so when Harry was kicked out for being gay, Mom hated Dad and they fought a lot. And there, my friends, is the beginning of my curse-sessions.

I rolled my eyes and lay on the couch after washing the dishes. I never planned my last days here in Amsterdam to be wasted on thinking and staring at the ceiling! No! So I got up and changed into a sleeveless, tight crop top and pull it with my jeans and a trench coat.

I went outside my room and saw Cole standing in front of the door!

Oh. My. God. Is this it? The dream?

"Hey. I was just about to ask you to stroll outside or maybe watch movies since your Mom abducted my alien sister so which i'm left to do, is do the same..." His hands gesturing. He gave me that boyish grin which makes his hazel eyes looked mischievous. "...to you."

He's just casually grinning and talking at me but I can totally feel a sweat running from my palms.

Waterbending skills.

I literally caught myself stunned in seconds. What if he'll kiss me here? Shit. I'm going nuts. "W-what are we gonna do?" I almost bang my head on my door with that double-meaning question. "After the movie, I mean."

He put his hands in his pockets as he steps closer to me, hovering me. OH SHIT. He's gonna— "I don't know, maybe do things you'll probably miss here in Amsterdam?" He shrugged, having that mischievous grin playing in his lips.

That was fucking close! I'm not ready for that yet. In this situation, probably.

Geez, Jess.

I can hardly breathe and now he's asking me that question when he's ranked one in the things I'll definitely gonna miss here in Amsterdam!

CRAP. THAT'S HAVOC IN MY CHEST.

There are so many things I will gonna miss here actually. Ranked two is Astrid, three is my room, fourth is...
The cliff.

Before I'll go, I really want to see the cliff for the last time. I know I will come back here but when? Next summer? In the next two years? Three? I know I can always come back here anytime I badly want, but will they still be here when that time comes? That, I can never be sure so before I'll leave the day after tomorrow, I want to experience the life like I always live here.

Like I'm not alone. And I'll never be again.

I also put both of my hands in my trench coat and look straight at him. Smirking, "Bring it on."