//ALTER//

i.iv

I did tell Patrick everything; starting from yesterday's bumper to bumper of misfortunes, down to me wishing over and over about my life being different, and then, of course, I didn't miss the part where I just woke up to all of these.

There was a heavy silence in the room after that and Patrick looked just as confused and as gobsmacked as I was the moment I woke up in this room, in "my room."

I let him have his moment, because I know how overwhelming and unbelievable this is. Even I wouldn't immediately believe all of these, but there's no point in denying it either.

I'm also starting to piece out that maybe this is my granted wish of being in a different universe where I have a better life, but how it happened is still a mystery to me. Well, to me and Patrick, because I'm sure he's also thinking now about how the hell this became possible.

Patrick sighed as he ran his fingers through his light blonde hair, which I noticed was very dry and stringy, probably, from all that bleaching and dyeing.

"Bella, you," his tone of voice was dripping with so much confusion as he pointed a finger at me; I already don't like how this sentence is going to form, "are out of your mind."

I groaned and rolled my eyes almost out of their sockets, "Oh I don't know, Patrick."

I have never felt this impatient and desperate to be understood and agreed on. I wasn't able to stop myself and ended up projecting all of my impatience, desperation, and frustration by aggressively ruffling my hair as I groaned and made other whining noises that my voice box is currently capable of producing.

Patrick's chuckle filled my ears. "I mean, look at you!" He exclaimed, gesturing at me with one open hand, "You react the way you just did when you're at the edge of your desperation and frustration. You hate it when you're so close to getting what you want and end up not having it."

So, there must be another Bella! We must've been switched in each other's different life... and it seems that we share similar characteristics. Interesting.

"Exactly, Patrick. I want you to believe and agree on everything I just said to you, because those are true!" The way Patrick's looking at me funny almost make me burst into laughter, because I'm so serious about this freaky happening and he's just. plain clueless. We're like two different ends of a rope that just wouldn't meet.

Patrick let out a hearty laughter, which has always been music to my ears. I sighed in exasperation as I rolled my eyes.

"I know, baby," he cooed as he reached out to caress the side of my face, which I dodged, but he still moved his hand to cup the side of my face. His affection is getting close to getting on my nerves.

Also, he believes me? Oh?

"So, you believe me?"

The frown magicked back on Patrick's face like it finally dawned on him that I'm not playing around. He dropped his hand down from my face and let out what seemed to be a sigh of surrender from the way his shoulders slouched down.

"It's just so," he trailed off, thinking for the perfect word to say next, "fiction material. Besides, how can you not be... Bella? YOU'RE Bella! There's no other Bella, but you!"

"Fine. Ask me any questions that only the Bella you know could answer sweat-less," I suggested, hoping that it would help with the progress of the situation.

"What's the name of your jewelry company when you were just starting?"

"Now you're out of your mind, Patrick. I don't own a jewelry company!"

Patrick cracked a wide grin and chuckled as he leaned back, propped himself up with his hands on the mattress, and shrugged his shoulders up, "How am I out of my mind now?!" He asked in a teasingly taunting manner.

"I'm just a twenty-three year-old, jobless, college student! Well," I trailed off, slightly pouting as I glanced down and looked back up to him, "I also create little jewelries when I have the money and time then I sell it in my little website; advertising it in my social media platforms, y' know."

Gosh suddenly I felt so small and such a loser.

The way Patrick's playful expression fell down like a curtain was a giveaway that I somehow hit him somewhere tender and that he actually believes me now...I hope...

I heard him hum in agreement "Thats how you literally began your company. How could you forget?" he muttered to himself.

Patrick lifted his head up to look at me, looking more vulnerable than ever. "Did you name your jewelry brand after your surname?" He asked

"Yup because I think it's a cool name for a brand," I shrugged, "my name is nothing more to me but an accessory, a trophy for my family's achievements, so why not create stuff + profit from it?"

I'm honestly confident with the way I answered Patrick's question. The way his mouth is slightly agape and the way he's staring at me unbelievably says something else that I'm now intrigued to know.

"Bella, quit playing around. You're not a different person." Patrick coyly said as if I'm actually playing around. He immediately stood up then grabbed the pair of clothes that he put out for me to wear and threw it at me, which I clumsily caught. "We're leaving in 30 minutes."

Then he walked out of my room, shutting the door with an extra force.

I groaned out loud to the heavens as I also stood up and threw my clothes on the bed. It's going to take some time to really convince Patrick of what's going on.

Maybe my cluelessness to whatever's going to happen for the day would convince him really well.

Maybe I shouldn't have wished for a life that I have no idea how to live.