Shaking Things Up...

Shaking Things Up...Chapter Sixteen.

Shaking Things Up...

Chapter Sixteen.

Turns out when I get back, the party is in full swing. i check my watch just as I walk in and see that it's eleven o'clock. The party should be going on until abot two in the morning.

"Dee! Your my hero!" Someone shouts as I come in the door. I frown and laugh when I see Sapphire hanging onto Carson's arm and smiling away at me.

"Seriously Dude! Why didn't you tell me you could do that? What can't you do?" She asks while wrapping her free arm around my waist.

"Sing, apparently." I mutter and she frowns.

"I'll tell you later." I tell her and she nods, understanding.

"Oh hey, this is Carson. We're going on a date tomorrow." she smiles proudly at her bait and he winks back.

"Hey Carson, I'm -" He cuts me off by saying my name.

"Dee. I know." He smiles and I nod.

"I'm gonna go up stairs, Sapphire. You two play safe." I wink at sapphire before heading up the stairs and avoiding people drinking.

i unlock my door and step in, locking it behind me. i take a second to take in my room. My center wall is chalkboard black and has purple chalk all over it. You see, the paint I used is really chalkboard paint and you can write on it with chalk and then wipe it off. But everything I've already wrote on it, isn't wiped off. There is multiply poems on the wall that I wrote when I had to write them down. Somethings on the wall is just random words. Big word.s Small words. So, that when you look at the word, you remember why you wrote the word and the memories attached. That's basically why I wanted a chalkboard wall, so I can have a huge diary. Something handy for when I get a novel idea and have to write it down before I forget.

Sapphire and Kayleigh have wrote down their own input too. Sapphire drew a girl with a halo at the top and her name at the bottom and Kayleigh wrote 'Wake up sleepyhead' so when I wake up and look about I can laugh at the memory. It's basically my memory board.

In the centre of the chalkboard wall is my bed. Black leather and when you press the button on the side, a TV slides up. Pretty neat. On either side is a black side tabel with purple lamps on top. My duvet is purple too, as well as my chandelier hanging on the celing. The curtains leading to the balcony are purple too.

Grabbing a piece of chalk, I lean on my bed and find a clear spot for me to write my thoughts on.

'Why do I feel this way?' I write down in script writing before sighing and falling down on my bed. I reach under the memory foam mattress and take out my leather bound diary. Inside lies all my secrets and deepest fears, stuff I never want people to find out.

I slip the pen out the middle and flip to a new page.

'Dear Diary,

                    I've read about it in multiple books. The feeling you get when you're close to that one guy. That one guy who makes you feel everything and nothing at the same time. It's always been a distant feeling to me. Growing up without parents and with hardly any friends meens I've never felt loved. I've never loved or been loved. So, the feelings always been in fairytales. It's always been something only Cinderella and Prince Charming could feel. So, what if the feeling isn't made up. Maybe it does exsist. Maybe you do have a sould mate. What if I have one? I'm not saying that Prescott is mine, all I'm saying is that I've never felt this way. The butterfy's in my stomach when he's near. The heat and shiver's when he touchs me. The stuttering and blushes. It's all new to me. Is this the way everone feels when they go on a date. do they all feel this or am I really falling in....love?

It's weird, isn't the love meant to come in later on in the story? Shouldn't we have at least ten dates before we fall in love? I mean, we've kissed (and it was amazing) but that doesn't mean I know him. All I know is that he has two brothers and a sister. Sure, hs sister took a liking to me, but that could have been anybody.

It's confusing. I've went from hating him to possibly maybe loving him. I'm confused out of my head here. If there is a god out there. Answer this: Am I in love?

I write it all down before rereading it then flipping it closed and putting it back in it's hiding place.

My phone goes off in my pocket and I take it out, looking at the screen. Unknown number. I open the text and see the message.

Have a nice night.

 Sweet dreams. x

-Scott.

I smile to myself as I read Prescott's message. He can be so sweet when he wants to, which is just around me.

I know somthing for sure: I'm going to be having sweet dreams everynight until our date.

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Short chapter this time... :(. But it's better than nothing, right? I know that it's a bit early to bring in the L word but I don'tknow. She's not actually in love with him... Yet. Or maybe not. Just going to keep reading as I upload... :D x