Moving On

Chapter 13 - "Big Day, Big Game"

(Mariah's POV)

I wake up to the extreme coldness in our room. Carly and I turned the A/C on last night and I almost regret it since this kid beside me is taking all the covers for herself. I slowly get up to shut the cooling system off then head out to the washroom just across the hall from our room.

When I got back in the room, Carly is submerged under the covers. "You're phone keeps beeping," the pile of sheets complains.

I snuggle beside her, a text message greeting me. A +619 number? Seb? My cheeks say so too.

wakey wakey sleeping beauty :*

'This happened already I'm pretty sure.'

Uhhh...who's this?

I reply toying with him.

*beep beep*

The guy you dreamt of last night, and the night before, and the night before the night before that...

Is he a psychic or something? I can't deny it though, this simple conversation's got me even more excited for today. I don't want him to think that I crave his attention so I just didn't reply.

What now...it's 6:30 in the morning and I'm pretty sure that I'm the first one up and I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep.

*beep beep*

I check my phone once again expecting another text from Seb but mine did not light up. I bet anything and everything I have, that's Ian.

Carly's arm snakes out from under the covers to the table beside her. Her face emerges and she rubs her eyes before reading the message. A lazy smile appears on her face, told you so.

(Seb's POV)

"Goooooood morning, good morning, morning, morning, morning, morning," I sing out loud while pouring the pancake mix onto the pan.

"Why you so happy," Kevin asks grumpily while making his way down the stairs.

"Because the sun's up and the clouds are clear, no hangover 'cause I didn't drink beer," I smirk.

"No hangover from beer yeah but hangover from Mariah?"

I ignore his comment. If he only knows...I'm not hangover from her but instead I'm in comatose because of her....

"Hmmmmm, thwish ish gwood," Kevin states as he munches on the four layers of pancake on his plate.

I pour myself another glass of orange juice, "well thank you monsieur but on another note, I'm really excited for today."

Silence fills the dining room until Kevin's parents join us for breakfast. Good thing I cooked a lot of pancakes, sausages and sunny-side eggs or else they wouldn't have anything to eat. Kevin is feasting on majority of it.

"Good thing you're here Seb," auntie comments after taking her seat, "or else this kid would be munching on plates." She ruffles her son's hair earning a glare from him. One thing about Kevin: feel free to mess his life just not his hair.

We, his dad and I, laugh at her remark but Kevin ignores our reaction and continues on jugging his milk. "So you're dad's here too," uncle asks draining the life out of me.

I give him a single nod. I totally forgot about him; he wouldn't miss Carly's big game so there is a chance that I would bump heads with him. "Don't worry, he's harmless in front of a  lot of people," I joke but it's true though. He won't make a scene knowing that it would ruin his reputation. Yes, his stupid reputation.