Ella's POV
You know, I have drawn a conclusion, a very important one. The middle child of the family is the designated door opener of the family. Whatever happens, I have to be the person to answer the door when the doorbell rings.
Most of the days I am okay with it. You just have to follow four easy steps
1. Hear the bell, go downstairs.
2. Hear it again, ask who it is.
3. If it is someone who deserves to be invited, open the door and say the following lines,
4. "Welcome to Bloomwood's household. How are you?"
See, easy peasy lemon squeezy.
But there are days when this facile task can make me stressed, depressed lemon zest, like today. The doorbell is ringing for the last 10 minutes and my younger brother, being the only one at home right now, besides me, is not answering. See what I said. He automatically thinks that I am going to open the door.
No, Asher is not a 10 year old. He is 16, literally a year younger than me, but he thinks he is, I don't know, a 7-year-old. He is so lazy, God forbid me- I'll kick his ass one of these days.
"Asher! Can you please answer the door? I am kind of busy right now and the person outside must be tired of waiting," I said half shouting over the volume of a video game.
"Go and do it yourself. And if you can't, let the person outside decide whether he wants to waste his time and keep ringing the bell," he replied, not even looking up from his video game "and besides this is your job to do not mine. Now go and answer the door before the person outside dies."
Oh if I open the door then I will be the one on my deathbed, trust me.
AN HOUR AGO
"How was the test? Oh wait, don't answer that. Judging by the expression on your face it didn't go as you expected it," William said.
"Yes, it did not! I cannot believe it," I let out an excited squeal. I will definitely get a B+. BEST EXAM EVER!" I let out another excited squeal and engulfed him ina bone-shattering hug until he was practically panting for air. But as soon as I let him go I notice his shell-shock expression- well after he gained back his composure.
"Are you telling me that all those hours that I spent wasting trying to get you to like Maths finally pays off?"
I couldn't formulate words properly so instead of saying anything I nodded, and he engulfs me in a hug, again, only this time it was initiated by his enthusiasm.
And ladies and gentlemen, this is the reason why he is my best friend. He is always happy with my achievements no matter how small or insignificant they are. He will always have my back and he has proven this to me on many accounts.
"Oh come on Ella! This is not an "insignificant" victory. You got a BLOODY B on your math exam that will be like 45% of your grade. The last time you managed to score a decent grade on a math test, WITHOUT cheating, was when you were in junior year, and that too was a C minus. This is a REAL victory for you," my subconsciousness boosted.
"Pfft shut up the head. I can score better I just choose not to and give other students a chance," another voice in my head came to my defense and winning the argument.
Ella-10 vs Head-23468291. Yayyyyy!!
"You said something?" Will asked.
"Nope," I told him, but I suspect he already knows that I was talking to myself about myself in my head and accidentally said it out loud.
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