Ninety-Six: Am I worth it?

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Isabella's POV

Due to our little car adventure and the storm that wasn't just passing over the city I was late to my first class of the afternoon. Well, a lot late actually, late enough to make me miss it, just the class, I didn't miss economics at all.

After foreign politics, for which I was unfortunately on time, I was on my way home, ready for my girl's night with Mia. Lukas had a late shift at the tattoo shop which made tonight the perfect opportunity to pick up on my friendship with Mia.

Walking home was one thing, walking home in the rain, entirely different. If it wasn't for the cold air, and thunder scaring the crap out of me, it would have been soothing. One thing that was still the best about rain. The smell of it. I wouldn't be able to describe it because to everyone it smells different, to me it smells like a forest even when there isn't one nearby.

I opened the door while my clothes clung to me and my wet hair made me look like something from a horror movie. Please Mia don't make me watch a horror movie. I hung my jacket on the coat rack next to the door and already heard Mia's voice welcoming me. "Jesus Bella, you look like you drowned somewhere along the way." Her kind of welcome.

I took my shoes off and even my socks were drenched. "Gee thanks, you look like you haven't left the house all day." I pulled up my brows when I turned around, Mia standing near the couch in a comfy sweater and leggings, topped off with some fluffy socks.

The look on her face turned mischievous the second I assumed she didn't go out. "Oh, I did go out." She wiggled her eyebrows and it only took two looks at the smile on her face to know what was going on.

I walked over to her as a wet trail of rain seeping from my clothes followed me. "Mhhh Ben?" I felt my face turn into all smiles when I saw the satisfied look on hers.

"You're reading me like a book." She said, flopping down on the couch into the mess of colorful pillows.

I looked down at myself, reminding me I was turning the living room into a swamp with these clothes. "Okay, I want details. But first let me take a shower." I smiled at her, her face immediately on the brink of laughter.

"Oh god I thought you were going to say but first let me take a selfie." She laughed, settling herself between the pillows.

"Yeah. Nope, that's more something you would do." I laughed while walking towards the bathroom.

"Hey!" Mia whined trough the living room, seconds later a pillow flew right next to my face on the wall. Oh, now it's war.

"Mia." I turned around with a surprised look on my face. "Does that pillow mean you want a hug?" I pulled up my eyebrows.

"No, no! Stay there with your wet clothes. You look like the monster of Loch Ness. I just came out of the shower; I don't need the stank of rain all over me again." Her face scrunched in all sorts of grimaces. The stank of rain, I didn't expect anything else. I giggled to myself.

"Fine but throw another pillow at me and I'm coming for you." I said turning my back to her but not without checking my back on last time. Mia already sat up on the couch with a pillow between her hands and now a busted look on her face. "Oh, I dare you. I do really stink of rain. Just saying." I squeezed my eyes at her.

"Fine, fine." She let the pillow fall out of her hands as she quickly held them up in front of her. "Grab your shower stinky, I'll find us a movie and order some food. Pizza?" Of course, she picks pizza, she's addicted.

"Whatever you like. I'm hungry so anything that's edible will do." I laughed before disappearing into the bathroom.

When I had a nice and warm shower I put on some comfy leggings and Lukas's custom-made hoodie, which was now obviously mine. I let my hair airdry, praying it wouldn't turn out worse than what the rain had done to it and flopped down on the other couch, letting myself fall back into the soft pillows. Yup Mia's right, this is the best feeling ever. "The delivery guy is on it's way." Mia said, obviously too excited about her pizza cravings.

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