6:30
I was waiting for a call from Juan and I didn't get one yet. I thought about what happened Saturday and I didn't want that to happen again so I went downstairs. My dad wasn't home but he left his regards with my mom. "Ok mom I got it." My phone started ringing. 'Hello' 'hey I'm pulling up would you like me to come to the door or no' 'whatever works for you' 'ok' then there was a knock on the door. I opened it. "I was hoping you would say something like that." He told me to dress comfortable like sweats. So I put on some joggers and a pretty tank. He was wearing close to the same thing except he doesn't wear designer tanks. Thank God. We walked to his car. His *cough cough* Bugatti. When we got in the car he didn't say anything I didn't say anything. It wasn't awkward. It was peaceful. We pulled up to what I guessed was his house. We walked up to his front door he unlocked it and we went in. It was beautiful. It was just wonderful and beautiful. "This is amazing Juan." "Thank you, frankly I don't like it. It's way too big for just me. I inherited this from my grandmother because she was the one who raised me. My parents were a little too bust on their world trips so she gave it to me and all of her money when she passed. I couldn't get any of it until I was 21 last year." He said. "Wow...I know how it feels to never have your parents around. Were they angry with you for having the house." I asked. "Well my mom thought it was unfair for me to get the house and not her. My father ofcourse went along with her. She tried to talk me into turning my funds over to her because legally if i had turned my funds over to her sage would have been able to have all of this. The cars the houses the island the money the buildings the cabins and all of the the money I worked for and ofcourse I was way smarter than that." He said. I looked at him with even better eyes. He's smart and well out together why would he even like me. "What is your relationship with your parents now." I asked. "We only talk at family events." He said. I guess I started to look a little sad. "What's wrong Selena." He asked as we were sitting on the couch. I didn't say anything for a while but his eyes were persistent on what I had to say. "It's just I thought my life with my parents was bad. Your parents have never been there and now they only talk to you at family events." I said. "It's fine I don't even think of them as parents. Tell me about your parents." He said. I simmered down tears. "What do you want to know." I said. "Uhm well what are they like you know." "Well my mom just got back from a really long trip where I'm pretty sure she was hooking up with someone. My dad hasn't said a word to me until today." I said looking at him. "Oh I'm sorry about that. Is he abusive is she abusive." He asked. "No, no their not." "That's good love." What else should we talk about I thought. "Would you like to eat because I can start cooking right now." He said. "If you want to start that's fine. Do you want some help?" I asked. "No I'm fine thanks for the offer though." He said smirking. I smiled, "Is it ok if I go in there with you." I said. He looked surprised by that question for some reason. "Yea that's fine by me." He said. We walked into his kitchen which looked very amazing. It was tan colors with brown cabinets and red things like. His stove, his fridge, his toaster, his stools by his kitchen island, and the bowl of things on his kitchen island was red. "This looks really nice." I said not wanting to over do it by saying its beautiful because that was so shot last time. "Thank you this is one of my favorite places is my house besides my room and all of the bathrooms and my workout room and ofcourse my garage that holds only three of my cars." He said. I smiled he looked at me. "What?" he said with a kind of chuckle. "It's just your so young but your doing so much with your life and it's amazing you are what every person should look up to." I said as I said that I looked down and blushed. He walked over to me. He took my hands into his and looked deep I'm my eyes. A smile formed on his face. "That is the nicest thing anyone has ever told me," he said, "thank you." "Your welcome." I said almost out of breath because of how close he was." He pulled out of my hands and started cooking. "Can I read what people wrote for that assignment you assigned?" I asked. "Yes you can they are in the living room right on the coffee table." "Ok be right back." I left out of the kitchen. There were a lot here I picked them all up and walked back into the kitchen. "Yea I know it's a lot but some of them are very amazing and creative but some of them are mean and some are uhm sexual." he said. "It's fine." I said laughing. I was half way done with them. "I'm done are you ready to eat." He said. I nodded a yes then I realized he didn't see me. "Yeah sure." He made some plates and we sat and ate. "How is it" he asked. I looked at him confused. He looked down at the food. "Oh this I surprisingly good. Like extremely good like can you marry me right now good." I said I regretted the last part but he didn't look shook at all. "Thank you." He said with a blush smirk. "After a few minutes of babbling about things I wanted to get a question answered that I was dying to know. After we were finished he took our plates to his sink and came back. "Why me?" I asked looking down. I looked up at him only because he didn't answer me. He looked confused. "What do you mean?" He asked. "Why me, why did you pick me out of all those pretty girls. They are over normal and they dress like celebrities. Why me I'm normal, boring I dress like a stoner. They wear makeup and I just let myself look like whatever but you still picked me. What's so special about me?" I said. "Would you like me to respond to all of that," i nodded, "ok well first you just said everything that makes me like you. Your normal you don't wear pointless makeup you let your natural beauty shine. You don't dress like your always walking a red carpet and that makes me feel normal coming from where I was a few years back. You are perfect for me. You are perfect to me. You want to know what's special about you? You are you, you don't try and change the way you dress look or act. That, love, attracts my attention. I didn't
think I would find someone who didn't make me feel like I always have to be classy. You make me, me and that makes you special. One of a kind. It's not like I had a large group to choose from. It was a very easy choice." He said. I looked at him and I wanted to cry. I never thought of myself as special because no one has ever told me that I was. I think I might be in love with him. I looked down. "I think I might be in love with you Juan..." I looked down not wanting to look into his eyes. He pushed my chin up with his finger to make me look into his eyes. "Selena, I fell in love with you when I first laid eyes on you." He said. I couldn't hold it in my tears my eyes started to cry and he just pulled me into a hug. "I love you." I said. "I love you too."
A/N this is not the end of the book just the end for a while until I can think of what comes next if you darls have any ideas shoot them at me. I love criticism so show me what I should change and maybe I will. That would be all. May the odds be ever in your favor goooodbye
