❝It's time to let love overwhelm me.❞
Dark Brown hair, a cute face, and eyes that pierce through your heart. Ivan John Anderson had it all. Except love. He always felt that a part of him was missing, a void that nothing or no one can ever fill.
Haze...
ultracrepidarian. (n.)someone who gives opinions on matters far beyond his or her knowledge.
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Standing in front of Sia's beautiful house, I knocked the door twice and waited. After a while Sia's mother, who practically raised me after my mother's death, opened the door with a huge smile.
"So you finally got time to meet this old lady." She said sarcastically, embracing me in a motherly hug which I wholeheartedly returned.
"It's not like that. With dad being away and me taking care of everything, I got pretty busy." I made up a excuse and entered the house.
"You taking care of everything? God that must be a disaster." Humor laced in her voice while I pouted, placing my right hand over my heart, faking a hurt look.
"How could you even say that. I am feel offended." Both of us bursted out in a fit of giggles.
"Hazel my girl, how are you?" I heard someone ask making snap out of my state. "Aunt Celine, you are here too." My grin automatically widened at the sight of Sia's sweet and kind step mother.
As weird as it sounds, Sia's mother and step mother were best of friends and so was her father and step father. Instead of one, Sia had two sets of parents, who absolutely adored her. Her biological and step parents, both treated her like the princess she was, and she loved every ounce of attention they gave.
"Where's Sia?" I finally asked after pecking Aunt Celine's cheeks. "Thank God you came, she has locked herself up in her room and is refusing to talk to anyone. I think it's something pretty serious this time." She sighed, a frown taking place on her face. As I said, her step parents really cared for her and treated her like their own daughter.
"Don't worry. Give me a few hours, and I'll bring her sorry ass to you." I excused myself, making my way towards Sia's room.
Banging on her door, I yelled like a lunatic, "Open this fucking door before I break it Sia." Soon I heard her groan as she opened the door slowly.
"You bitch." I cursed throwing my bag at her, "Why the hell were you not responding to my calls or messages." I said, throwing all the close things I could get at her.
"You psychopath. Calm your tits down." She let out a series of curses, glaring at me.
"I hate you." muttered Sia, moving aside to let me enter her room, "What are you doing here?" She asked after settling down a bit.
"Can't your amazing best friend visit you?" I gave her a cheeky smile making her chuckle. I then noticed her red eyes and bloated nose a clear indication that she has been crying. A frown immediately took it's place on my face.
