The One Who Stole My Heart.

Chapter 1: Hurry For Time.

Erina's POV.

"Mum, when is your friend coming over? Do I have to come out of my room?" I regretfully asked.

"Yes Hun, of coarse you have to meet her. They'll be here by eight. She has a boy your age y'know Hun, you could always hook up with him y'know. He is sixteen, tall, handsome and ....." I interrupt "Mum! I do not want a boyfriend and I don't care for ever so slightly about boys!" I yell in embarrassment.

My mum wants me to be social to boys so I don't die a loner. What an idiot. Boys are selfish, jerks and are in sensitive! All those boys banging girls and getting them pregnant at sixteen, it is ridiculous! And those ones in all books that leave the girls heart broken and depressed the rest of their lives. I don't want to live like that, never! It will never happen to me. If a boy like a girl he should prove his love to her instead of using force! I hope Mum's friend's son is not like the rest of those stinking boys.

Call me overreacting, I don't care. Boys are addicted to that one living consequence of sex. It may be a three lettered word but I must say it is the main reason we are all in this world today. Damn Adam couldn't keep his dick to himself and wouldn't leave poor Eve alone, and now we are their consequence. Which all that leaves our parents to different responsibilities. Some people were possibly even accidents because of their damn dads couldn't follow the compain "If it's not on, it's not on!".

Seeing that it is only five thirty I decided to have a shower just to brighten myself up a bit. As I walk to my bathroom, I grab my bathrobe and lean it on a hook. As I walk over to my mirror I start to slowly take off my layers. My brown wavy long hair flows down my body towards my back dimples. As I stand their getting undressed I stare at my eyes in the mirror. They have the outlining line, a dark bluey green colour, a swampy greens colour circle. They were beautiful. Not to mention my eyelashes looked long and stunning. I look at my body in discuss and persuade myself that the only good thing about my whole body are my eyes. Like I mean they are gorgeous and then my body is short, a little chubby, ugly and curvy (if y'know what I mean). As I finish undressing I walk to the shower and then on the hot water and slowly get in.

Five minutes later I came out my warm, beautiful shower and grabbed my bathrobe in advance. As I slip it on and tie the belt bit around my waist I walked over to my closet to look for some clothes. Suddenly I hear footsteps running up the stairs towards my room. In my head I'm telling myself "Oh shit, mum is coming!"

"Erina Honey, please wear something nice to wear tonight. It has been twenty years since I have seen her and I want to surprise her son with my beautiful daughter." She pleaded.

"Fine but it has to be appropriate, and comfortable to wear. It can be above my knee just don't make it too short but it can not be too long either, okay Mum?" I finalise.

As I said it Mum nods for agreement and towers through my dresses towards my mermaid neck lined light white chest piece with a blue skirt that goes to about three quarter shin length. When she pulled it out I stood there thinking if it was good enough and once I agreed I nodded at my Mum as she did for me. Suddenly as I pulled the dress to me she walked to my underwear and panty draws to grab some matching underwear for the dress. "Baby girl you have to have matching, we don't want it to be too awkward if it shows a little." Noted Mum as she pulled out to throw onto my bed, a turquoise bra and turquoise panties.

When they landed on my bed my Mum walked out of my room, I quickly closed the door and got changed into the out fit. God knows what goes through Mum's head. If I know any better she is probably going to tell me to put makeup on, so willingly I chuck the slightest bit on highlighting my eyes. As I look at the time it was already seven. I had taken a bit of time dancing around while getting changed not realising I was taking so long.

After I finish putting my hair into a waterfall braid combined with a crown hairstyle, I walk down to see if Mum needs help with the food or with getting my brother ready. My brother is sixteen months younger than me. He is nearly fifteen. He has brown curly short hair (like Elvis style), brown eyes and a sweet soft looking face. He is tall, skinny and is practically a lady killer at school. His name is Louis. Unlike me he is the most popular kid at school with the so called biggest fan club in my school. Even though he is a guy and has all the qualities of the type I hate, I still love him with all my heart. No one could replace him.

"Sis, nice outfit." Louis said, while sitting on the couch in a red beanie, skinny jeans (that have the faded colour and holes purposely in them), and a white plain shirt that slightly defines his figure.

"Thanks, Mum chose it. Yours looks a heap better than mine, but you always look good Loui." I assured.

As I looked at our large kitchen everything was perfectly finished and in place and the large dining room was set up perfectly. When I looked at the clock again it read quarter past seven. While noticing I had heaps of time I sat down on the couch next to Louis (who is watching Attack on Titan season one, again) and started to watch it with him. Sitting there watching people get eaten in an animated movie I started to pray to myself that the guy coming to our house wasn't like the other douche bags in this world, but a nice, smart, good looking guy that is easy to get along with. I couldn't of been any more wrong.