TUESDAY 18TH OF NOVEMBER :
6:30 pm : * When you see my face, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell !
When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell ! *
One of the perks about Elisabeth and Berry coming home after 7pm is that I can holler my favorte songs as much as I want. Usually I use this little time alone to practice sing, but today I just want to let go of everything, to scream at the top of my lungs, to jump everywhere. I'm in a so good mood since my little talk with Calum that all I want to do is to externalize my joy.
I leap here and there, my invisible mike in the hand, when suddenly a noise stops me. My phone judt vibrated. I start to danse again. Beyoncé can bow down. Wait, I think about it, it could be him ! I rush in on my phone. Bingo.
Messi : Crook !
Whut ? He must have made the wrong number ?
Me : Non, I'm Clara.
Messi : I know, traitor !
Me : Sorry, sir ?
Messi : Tomorrow is wednesday, we don't eat at school !
Crap, he's right ! Oh he's gonna start imagining things ! Ok, maybe I'm the paranoid one...
Me : Damn, I'm sorry ! I didn't think about it I promise ! :(
Messi : Haha no worries, I'm messing with you ! It's alright, chill Van Gogh :)
Me : Thursday ? (Knowledge point : Did you know it? Your contact name is Messi)
Messi : I have a better idea, if you want to... Information point : I just changed yours for Van Gogh
Me : Tell me ?
Please, not something with friends, or too many people, please please please... I'm not ready yet for that kind of things...
Messi : Do you want to come and eat at my place ? Don't feel like you have to ! But don't worry, we'll do it simply ! You, me, pizza
Me : I ask Elisabeth for her permission when she gets home and I tell you;)
Messi : Perf
I lay down on my bed, the biggest smile stuck on my face. I listen to Wheatus yelling through my speakers, his words so exact at this moment.
* How does she know who I am ? Why does she give a damn about it ? Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby *
7:09pm : The door bluntly closes up, making me come out of my trance. I race downstairs, kissing Elisabeth on the cheek and asking her about her day. Abruptly, she interrupts herself in the middle of her sentence, and examines me from the bottom to the top with her little cobalt eyes, a mischevious grin on her face :
