SOUR PATCH

• Chapter Twenty Three

I am currently sneaking into his bedroom, through his window, to get one of his possessions that he treasures the most.

His guitar. Yeah, I'm going to serenade the asshat.

While Vicky is downstairs distracting him, and by distract I mean annoying the shit out of him and bringing him to the place where we had a 'romantic dinner'.

Yeah, I will take him back there and you know the rest. I'm so nervous but I have never felt this determined in my whole life.

I creep inside his bedroom tiptoeing all the way to the walk-in closet where he keeps his precious guitar. The silence is deafening, it feels like any minute now someone will barge in and catch me. I look over my shoulder while I slide into the door of his closet slowly not making any sound holding my breath as if when I let it out an alarm will go off. I know paranoid right?

I slide inside after I opened the door enough for me to fit in, gulping as I scan the room. It is sparkly clean if you must know The Wesley's have servants and I am one of them. Well used to be, someone cleans each room every day and I used to clean Clace's but then I stopped when I accidentally touched his soiled underwear with white stain and still slimy wet. I know disgusting right? And freaking disturbing. Imagine how red my face was. I was traumatized for my dear life. So I stopped and Clace was too ashamed to even let me clean his room again. Oh, good times.

I continue scanning shaking my head off the stupid memory.

Racks of shoes, hangers of shirts and all, I walk past through it all until I reach the corner where he usually hangs his guitar. But to my surprise, it's not hanging in there. Instead, there is a note glued on the wall that says:

FOLLOW ME :) <3 with a smiley face and a heart and an arrow below it. There's a red rose too. Oh my god.

What the hell?? No way!! I mentally squeal as I cover my mouth with my palm.

He beat me to it!

Oh no. Don't get your hopes up Loise!

But my hope is skyrocketing and already reaching the moon. My heart is dancing inside my chest almost bursting with joy.

Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!

I shake off my daze and follow the arrow. How in the hell of jolly lalala had I not noticed these?! There are arrows pointing at the door!

Mouth agape I follow the arrows and before I know it I am facing the familiar stairs. I swallow the lump forming in my throat nervously. I can feel the sweat forming on my forehead and on the tip of my nose.

Deep breaths! I remind myself while doing it.

I'm still following the arrow until I'm starting towards a familiar place. By the time I reach the wide tall wooden door my heart is already in my mouth.

I have gathered a bouquet of roses already, each arrow held a single rose and each time a tear fell inevitably. I'm a crying mess and I haven't even reached my destination. One more thing I noticed is that the surroundings are eerily silent. I feel like I am all alone.

And that makes me more nervous as vivid ideas come to mind. What the hell is Clace up to?

I look at the door and find another note.

Take a deep breath and brace yourself -love Your Clace.

It read and this time there's a hanky hanging on it. I let out a shaky laugh reaching for the hanky. He knows I'm crying. How thoughtful is that?

How dare he do this to me! He is seriously sweeping me off my feet so effortlessly. Okay, maybe not so effortlessly since he bothered doing all this but bleh. He can dance Gangnam Style in front of me and ask me to be his girlfriend and I would say hell yeah in a heartbeat.