Unexpected

Seven

     A tall glass of cold milk was helping me with the process of getting to sleep earlier than usual. I'm trying to speed up the sleepiness so I don't get calls from Michael Clifford. The scene that happened back at Chadstone was still fluttering around my mind, not bothering on leaving anytime soon. What else could I do anyway?

     Honestly, I didn't really give Michael an answer to what he said. I had no intentions of telling him whether it was sooner or later. I know, I like him too. But, chances are, one, I get a famous singing boyfriend who actually likes me for once rather than the players I've dated before and, two, I end up heart-broken because of some articles that the press made.

     I did feell guitly, though. I left him there, alone on the rooftop. As if he didn't get enough time to be alone. He's been doing that every time in his room. I was, like, his only friend within these walls of Lipton hotel. And yet, I just pushed him away like that. I'm being selfish right now.

     "What do you think you're doing?" a voice asked, while I froze with a cup of milk in one hand. I was ready to chug it down but was interrupted. The voice, which I did not identified just yet, pulled away the glass from my hand. "Did you drugged these or something?"

     "F-Fiona!" I exclaimed and paused from doing what I was doing just a while ago. Mainly chugging down glasses full of milk so I can fall asleep faster. "N-no... I'm just... What are you doing here?"

     "Deena, you better tell me what's going on with you before I call your father," she threatened and placed the glass back onto the table. 

     I sighed and admitted defeat. Besides, I already had 3 glasses of milk. Fiona just interrupted my 4th one. "It's not that big of a deal..."

     Fiona, who was previously arranging the cups of milk, turned to me with concern and anger. "What is? Did the press write another article about you? What did they say this time? Tell me so I can get it removed at once!"

     "It's much smaller than that," I mumbled.

     "Deena, you have to tell me properly because I can't understand a word you're saying right now," Fiona sighed and walked me to my own bed–which wasn't even that far away from where I stood. It was only like a five to six step. 

     "I'm just... tired..." I told her. "I went shopping today. Actually, I just followed Mimi to a nearby milk tea shop but since she met her ex-boyfriend, she went to the restrooms to hide for a little bit. So, I must've wasted about thirty minutes there or something. Then, I went shopping to Chadstone and returned back home at... 8:45 P.M."

     "That isn't that big of a deal," she said.

     "See? I knew you'd understand it's not such a big of a deal!" I said. I knew I wasn't telling her everything. I only left out the parts where I was with Michael Clifford–a pop star and singer of a band–almost the whole time.

      "Alright but what's with the milk over there?" she asked, pointing the table of milk. There were like three cups left. I wasn't sure whether to finish it now or assign Fiona to bring it back downstairs. While I was still debating in my mind, Fiona added, "Do you want me to call someone to put this away?"

     "Yes, thank you!" I thanked her and quickly jumped into bed. "I wasn't sure if I was able to sleep after a long-time-no-shop shopping spree. So, that's why I have cups of milk there. Anyway, goodnight then. I've got to go to work tomorrow."

     "Alright then," Fiona said before closing the door with the tray of three glasses of milk. I would try to thank her again tomorrow when I see her. 

     "Hey, Deena, you never told me you have a boyfriend!" Mimi, who appeared by my side once I arrived at the hotel, teased loudly.