Adelia ✎

06

I get up, walking to my closet as if I am a model. I saw this video where the persons' cat walked so professionally and looked like a catodel. Aka a model and cat, just mushed the words together. Yeah, and now I really want a cat.

I look in my closet, a frown immediately on my face. I always loved this particular dress, but now I feel nothing but hatred towards it.

"You clearly wore that dress for fucking attention. Now I'm giving the attention you want. Stop acting like you don't want this,"

I didn't want it. I never knew that dress could change my life forever. It was my fault. They said it was my fault.

I grab the yellow sundress and put it on, walking to the bathroom. I splash water on my face to lighten me up, then get my toothbrush and toothpaste. When I'm done, I grab my phone from the charging area and stride downstairs quietly.

I look at my phone, sighing in relief when I check the time. 3:29 a.m. I wave at the black car as it pulls up into my driveway. The driver door opens and Zeke steps out, wearing black pants, black shirt and a black coat. A silver necklace with a moon and star.

I want to get matching necklaces with him. Or friendship bracelets. Maybe I can make some for the two of us! Does he like bracelets?

"Hi Zeke!"

He just gives me a single nod.

"Sorry for disturbing your sleep," I mutter, an apologetic smile plastering my face as he walks towards me.

He stops in front of me, and I look up to see him. "Hug?"

"Yes, please!" Before he was able to nod, my arms flew around his waist, my neck cradling his chest.

He was hesitant for a second before his arms found my lower back. He pulled me tighter against him and I inhale his scent. He smells amazing. I probably smell like dish soap.

Kidding.

I remember one time I ate soap because I thought it was jelly. I'm sorry, my blondness was showing. I guess that makes up for the action. Did I insult myself?

Yes.

I sometimes hate it though when people think we aren't smart. Well other blondes that are actually smart. Forget me, I'm stupid. But it's such a stereotype. Just because blondes are known to be "dumb" doesn't mean they are actually stupid.

Everyone does something.

I move away from him, taking a step back. Then I debate whether or not I should take one more when he stiffens.

"Where shall we go?"

He shrugs, itching his neck. I have a story for almost everything. "You know when I was like six, I got a mosquito bite and I thought I was allergic to them because it was itchy. Unfortunately, I wasn't allergic I was just dumb. I'm still convinced I am allergic to them though. Nothing can change my mind. Apparently, they carry diseases too. I have a very good immune system though so I'll be able to fight it, plus they only kill children you know?"

He blinks, "Oh."

"Right? I always blame it on my dad. Well actually, I used to blame it on my dad. Not anymore though,"

He tilts his head, "What do you mean? Did he pass?"

"No he isn't dead. We just lost touch," What if he is dead?

He'll meet Gwen.

"Oh. Sorry, I guess?"

I shrug, "It's fine. Lets go," I head towards the car, opening the door and buckling myself up. I skin into his leather seats comfortably, once again, and rest my head back.