" I'm so sorry sweetie, the cook didn't know that you are allerg-" my mum said before I cut her off.
" Says who? " I asked cocking my eyebrows.
I love pasta. What is she talking about? I turned to face my food and started digging in.
"Hmm" I hummed with my eyes closed. My granddad's cook makes amazing pasta.
My granddad and mom just stared at me surprisingly as I grinned at them before they started eating.
After lunch, I offered to help the lady clean up and it seemed to surprise everyone. When we were done cleaning together, I got to know her during that period before going downstairs to my mom.
Hmm.. Sounds weird calling her that. But it's a really nice family and she isn't bad. I wanna give her a chance.
" How about we go to our beach house? " my granddad suggested pushing himself in his wheelchair to the glass door.
" Dad, I'm not sure you should stress yourself " my mom added creasing her arms.
" Oh shut it, I'll be fine.." he trailed
" Maybe mom's right " I intervened
My granddad scoffed and shook his head.
" Aren't you gonna fulfill my last wish " he added turning the chair to face us.
" Dad! " my mom yelled chuckling before agreeing to take us to the beach house.
Blue's POV
" Yo! What the hell, where's black " I yelled at Thomas.
" You said we should give her a special room" he said raising a brow.
He led me to the special room as we walked past the rest of them. He opened a room, a dark room and there she was, sitting there while the spotlight shone on her.
I shooed him away and walked up to my baby giving her a kiss.
" I missed you sweetheart " I muttered placing another kiss on her.
" I know you miss me too and that's why we're going on a ride together " I stated again hugging her.
Okay.. You may be wondering what's going on here and who Black is. Black is my favorite motorbike, I named her Black because she's black and that's my favorite color.
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Keyword, favorite motorbike. Meaning I have more, lots more and right now, I'm in my motor house. It's like a garage mansion where all my cars, motorbikes and so on, live.
Meaning, the ash Lamborghini isn't my first one because I have seven already, but it's my first ash lambo.
••• " Um.. When's the bike gonna be back? "
" Um.. It's gonna be back around 9" I stated jumping.
It was already 7:40PM so I have two hours and twenty minutes to bring back my baby for her shower and bed time.
" Thank you " he said falling on the couch and turning on the TV.
" De nada" I replied running upstairs to Black's room.
Once I got there, I used the remote to open the room door for Black to go outside. When the door separated, I put on my helmet and hopped on her starting the bike and zooming out of the room.
I turned my head backward and saw that the door was closing. I sighed and focused on Black, I and how much fun i was gonna have tonight.
BAB is back. Told you...
Kyle's POV
It's been a day since I last saw Blue. I went to her home only to find out that she left for Mexico with her mom for a month. Meaning there's a possibility she's not coming back.
Why didn't she tell me?
" Goodness bro" I said to my friend who works at a bartender shaking him before leaving and hopping into my Porsche.
I only had a glass of beer so I can drive, of course I can. I hit the road with full speed and kept it that way. I carried on with my driving when someone called my phone.
I took it out of my pocket and mistakenly dropped it. Ugh... I stupidly bent down to pick it up because the road was free. When I got up, my car was about hitting someone's motorbike and the person made a sharp turn the same direction as me causing our vehicles to make a slight contact.
Since the person vehicle wasn't fully covered like mine was, he or she fell of the bike landing flat on the stomach on the hard concrete.
I got out of my car running my hands through my hair.
" Shit. What have I done " I muttered. The last thing I need right now is finding out that I killed the person. The person struggly got up and started scanning the bike.
What the hell! You just got into an accident. The person took off the cracked helmet and faced the bike. The person's hair fell out so I'm guessing it's a girl.
I walked up to her and tapped her shoulder. She turned around and faced me.
Shit.
Not she, Brianna. She rides motorbikes?
Thanks for reading. How are the girl's gonna cope in different worlds? Well, you're gonna catch up in the next chapter.
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I DON'T Know Whether IT'S Because YOU ARE....... Insensitive or not, how should I know I'm nothing to you but your jester of a ho When I open up, you point fingers and laugh So I close off my life and never disclose my past Is it that funny to you Are you entertained so much What is it about me that makes you respond like a jerk So I continue to hide and I continue to suppress Because you give me no sign that I am able to express You shoot for low blows, and it's constantly so And it's usually things that I trust you to know I've never done that and guess what? Never will I stand by that word and hold on to it, grip as firm as steel So the next time you laugh and giggle at my troubles Or the next time you question why it is that I stumble Think about it as maybe you are not as humble Your actions don't show it and your mouth proves more That you think of me as your jester of a whore So this is to you, you know who you are The one that just left that horrible scar I was thinking about pain and feeling the hurt And that was when you decided It was time to go to work On the way I was feeling, yes you thought it was wrong So you sat there and sung one painful, insulting song I don't know if you mean it, I won't know in the end Because you just told me today that I wasn't your true friend
