My Angel Has Good Music Taste

Chapter two: Chocolate and a Bucket list

Chapter two: Chocolate and a Bucket list

~My Angel Has Good Music Taste~

A/N: Click play to listen to the song for this chapter :D

10 minutes later, I pull up in front of my house. Robin looks amazed. "Your house is amazing", she whispers. I follow her gaze. My house is a big house, but it isn't big in a cocky way. It is an elegant building, designed by my mother. She was an architect, but she also loved doing the interior. The house is built in a grey stone, with a lot of windows, and it's on an island in the middle of a small lake. The garden is just a wooden platform behind the house. There's a bridge to the front door. What you can't see on the outside, is that in the kitchen and the hall, the floor is completely in glass too. You can see the clear water of the lake.

I look at Robin: "Do you think it's.. too much?" I've always thought my mother went a little too far. But she shakes her head. "It's just right. Your mom designed it, hasn't she?" Again, I'm surprised. "How do you know that?" I feel like I have asked this question a lot, today. She shrugs. "I'll tell you, but maybe not today."

I let it be, and get out of the car. When I get by Robin's door, I see her watch the house with a really sad look. It makes me sad, too. I open the door and stuck out my hand. She grabs it, smiling up at me. I help her out of the car, because she isn't strong enough on her own. Before she can try to walk, I get her up again. She doesn't complain, on the contrary. She wraps her arms around my neck again and rests her head on my collarbone. She sighs deeply. "You comfortable there?" I ask, laughing a bit. I step on the bridge to the front door. Robin sighs again. "Never been better."

As I enter the house, I call out to my sister. She doesn't answer. Her car isn't on its spot either. I was hoping she went shopping, guess she did. So I walk up the stairs. Robin is very light, so I don't have a problem with getting her upstairs or carrying her for a long time. Upstairs, I open the first door on my right. It's my room. Less than a day ago, I sat here with Enzo, talking about Robin. And today I'm here with here.

There's a large bed in the middle of my room. Except for a desk and a closet is it the only piece of furniture. I slowly put Robin down on the bed.

"I'll go get something to eat. Was there something you wished for?" Robin her eyes get little starts in them, as she says: "Chocolate! Yes, oh pleasepleaseplease! Do you have chocolate?" I smile at her, loving her childlike behavior. "I'll go see."

Of course I have chocolate. It's one of the most wanted thing in this house. My sister always writes it on our shopping list, even if we still have some. I guess it's a girls thing. But half of the chocolate stack somehow always ends up in my stomach, so maybe it's not only girls. I get some black chocolate, because that's the best, but also some milk bits, because a lot of people don't like black. Idiots everywhere.

When I get back in my room, Robin has her eyes closed. I stand still in the doorway. Her dark hair is all over the pillow her head rests on. Again, I notice how frigging long it is. She is on her side, her head resting on her hand. Her mouth is not completely closed; her pink lips are parted. It's like her small figure never has slept somewhere else. Smiling, I sit next to her, biting a piece of my chocolate. Apparently, the sound of it wakes her up. Her head snaps to me, scanning. Her bright eyes are narrowed but full of life, even though she's just awake. Then her hand closes around the milk chocolate. Smiling brightly at me, she bites in it. "Not a sucker for some black?" I ask, showing her the other bits. She shakes her head. "Black is gross." I roll my eyes at her, disappointed. "And here I was, thinking you're cool because of your phone Case. Guess I was wrong." She narrows her eyes again. "What about my Case?"