Author's note: Hey guys!! I was inspired by a dream of mine to write this book... I think you would find it short... ehm ehm... but its tot.ally worth it I guess. I hope you like the story!!!
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I pushed open the door with so much force and dragged my tired self to the couch. "FINALLY!" with one warrior cry, I crashed onto the sofa. "FRIDAY" I ended my 'warrior cry'. "Sweetheart, do you HAVE to do this every Friday?" I bet she was smiling as she said that. I managed to pick up all the energy I had left, lifted my right hand slightly and showed my mother the peace sign✌. "TGIF" I mumbled. "Whatever dear. I am going out with the other members of the Womens' Club and I will be back at 10 okay? Bye! Please lock the door!" with that I heard the door creak open and a few footsteps before I heard the door close. Phew. I had the house to myself. With that, I drifted off to sleep.
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My black screen shattered as I felt someone started tapping, or should I say HITTING, my shoulder. Nobody wakes me up like that UNLESS you are my parent. I was currently lying flat on my chest. Just as I turned to give the person a piece of my mind. I fell. Almost* fell. I was being carried by a pair of hands. If not for those hands, I would have broken something, something called trusting my guts. Oh just kidding. These pair of hands had saved me from pain. Just then, it struck me that those were the very pair of hands that had destroyed my precious slumber.
Now I was confused. Should I be a bitch and scream at him or be thankful and be the 'good girl'? Hmm.. I'd rather be a bitch. I looked up at the culprit to whom those hands belonged to. He looked a bit familiar but I had no time to worry about that. He was looking at me, silently trying to read me, waiting for my reaction. I put on the best angry face I could master, with a bit of motivation from the way I woke up.
"Put me down you idiot" I hissed. Yeah rude. I know. "No.." I heard him say softly. Wait. Did he say no? "What?!" I spoke my thoughts. "I said NO" with that he plopped me onto the sofa with his hands still under me, stood up and carried me further away from the floor. Ok dude. Look I am scared of 3 things the most.
1) I am scared of the ocean because of the dangerous marine animals there (jellyfish😰)
2) Snakes. Snakes. And SNAKES
3) Carry me bridal style and I will murder you if I survive. If I don't, then you better be ready for me to haunt you. This is due to a fear of falling from a great height, back/head first, hence resulting in broken bones.
And the first thing every normal person does when they are scared is scream a bit at least. Well, I did not say I was a abnormal/extra ordinary didn't I? But, I did not dare to move just incase he lost balance or he accidentally drops me. "Are you going to put me down?" This time, I admit, I was really scared and you could here it in my voice. I have reasons to be scared, you know? No one has carried me like that since I turned 8. "Nope" was his only reply. I quickly hugged him tightly around the chest with my free arms just incase he attemps to drop me. Safety first. "Looks like someone is getting comfy." Before I could even think of a rebart, he continued. "My mother visited your house last week. She has to collect some documents from your mother. Do you know where they are?". Okay. I do remember my mother saying something about that. She was talking about passing important slips of paper to Mrs Valeri, a close friend of ours. But how will I know if this guy is really her son? "What is your mother's name?" I asked him, doubtfully. "Valeri Nathan" he replied, "I am guessing you don't remember me?"
It clicked. He was her son who went to Europe for further studies with a scholarship. Smart ass person. "Then you must be Ashton." It came out more like a statement than a question. "Yeap... now where are the stuff?" he asked.
"Put me down. I will go get them."
"No"
"Then you won't get them"
"Where are they?"
"In my parents room? Duh"
He grumbled.
He carried me to the door of my parents bedroom. He hesitantly put me down, pouting a bit. Aww he looked so cute like a baby that I wanted to pinch his cheeks. I closed the door of the room before he could react and locked it. I quickly took out the "important slips of paper". They were just some reciepts to herbal products. After 5 mins (I purposely made him wait), I came out. He was no where to be seen. I walked towards the living room, hoping that he would be there. I screamed as he jumped out of my bedroom shouting "BOO". I frowned and slammed the reciepts onto his chest. He caught them but 1 fell. Look I know this is cliché but we both bent down at the same time to pick it up. And I hate clichè stuff. So before we even bumped heads, I pushed him. I picked up the fallen piece of paper as he stumbled to regain his balance. He hit a wall before standing up straight. I passed him the piece of paper. He took it without a word. I motioned towards the door. "Bye?" I was unsure but yeah I wanted to sleep. He looked at the door, at me, back at the door, back at me. His eyes dropped from my eye to my lips and back to my eye. I cocked an eyebrow up daring him. He made his way to the door. I followed him. He quickly turned around, pecked me on the cheek and rushed out of the house. I was stunned. I had never been kissed by someone other than a family member before. My lips are virgin. Damn it I am virgin. I snapped out of my thoughts and ran towards the entrance. I peeked outside but he was long gone. I closed the door and rested my head on it. I sighed. I decided to pretend that nothing happened. This time, I was sure to lock the door. I changed into my pjs before trying to fall asleep again. Key word: trying. The moment was too special. It did not leave my head, even though it was a peck on the cheek.... But soon I was surrounded by darkness as my tired self took over.
