Juliet
I sighed heavily as I plopped down on the couch in the living room.
Our living room was quite big. Bigger then we actually needed since mom and dad was never really home. It was always just me and Rose.
I finally found a show I wanted to watch when my phone rang. I sighed again and saw the caller ID flashing brightly on my screen.
Mom
I pressed the phone to my ear.
"Hay mom." I said softly, pausing the show that was loudly blaring on the TV.
"Hello honey. How are you?" she asked. Her soft melodic voice sounded through the phone, making me miss her warm embrace. I could hear she was distracted. I could practically see her flipping through paper work as she talked with me.
"I'm fine." I asked.
"Good... that's good honey."
"When are you comming home?" I asked.
"Well... that's why I called you. Your father and I are on our way to the airport so we should be back home by tonight." She explained.
Huh. Geuss she wasn't flipping through paperwork.
"That's good. I guess." I mumbled.
"I already called Rose to let her know to prepare a nice dinner tonight. We'll be eating as a familly." She said. "To celebrate your birthday."
I rolled my eyes and clutched the phone tightly, feeling a little anger breaking its way through my mind.
"You're a week late, mom." I said harshly.
I heard her sigh through the phone. "I know. We had to work." She said curtly.
"Whatever. I'll see you tonight." I said and ended the call. I threw the phone on the couch next to me and glared at the TV.
"Was that your mom?" Rose asked, her spanish accent reaching my ears softly.
"Yeah. How did you geuss?" I asked in a grumpy manner, making her smirk and shake her head.
"The sudden attitude spoke it clearly. There is someone at the door for you amor." she said and dissapeared through the doorway back to the kitchen.
I groaned and stood up, adjusting the black hoody that fell down to the top of my thighs, almost covering my jean shorts.
I hastily made my way to the front door, not really caring that my hair was in a messy bun. I looked like hell. But whatever.
I reached the front door and saw Noah standing there awkwardly, a frown etched on his face as he looked down to the wooded floors.
He was wearing a pair of black jeans and a simple white T'shirt, and I would have drooled over him if I wasn't sure he hated me.
"Noah?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
His head snapped towards me and I could see he tried to restrain himself from rolling his eyes.
"Hi." He said simply.
"Why are you here?" I asked.
"Really? You already forgot?!" he asked angrily.
It clicked in my mind then and I slapped my forehead. "French. Right." I said and looked back at him.
He huffed and glared at me, crossing his arms over his chest, making the white T-shirt pull up slightly, revealing a tiny tattoo on his V-line.
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Novela Juvenil"You knew exactly what you were doing the whole time... and that's what hurt the most." |°•°•°•°•°| She was perfect. Happy. She knew what she wanted in life and loved to live. She was carefree and despite her grief and guilt she was always seen smi...
