POV: Arabia ( London, England)
I woke up to my blasted alarm blaring 'American Idiot' by Green Day. Another shitty day. I turned to look out my window and instead I seen a very hungover man. I laughed when I seen the neighbor laying on the bed, drunk.
I shook my head knowing him, he did more than get drunk.
Afterwards....
" Mum?" I ask, quietly.
She smiled. " Yes, love."
" Are we still going to America this week?" I ask. Plans always change.
She paused and said something inaudible.
" What did you say?"
" Yes, we are still going. Is something wrong?" She stopped to look at me.
" No, mum. Nothings wrong." I tell her.
She looks at me, cautiously and continues. I smiled. I am too good at this. My thoughts are still going when my mom finally finished breakfast. Yay, kipper and biscuits. Note the sarcasm. What a day..
YOU ARE READING
The Plaid Love
Short StoryWhy is it hard to find 'the one'? Once you do, your life is completely changed. What are the chances of ever seeing them again? No one knows and that's the hard part.
