Romans de KLOVE

Easy, calm, suspicious. The past week has been confusing. Amber was cheerful 7 days a week which is concerning because she never does that. She’s planning something. She hasn’t bought anything suspicious in my house, unless it’s under her clothes! She’s not that weird, she has sanity.I can’t say the same thing about Lucas. I can see he’s confused with this new side of her. He only knew her for so little, what should he suspect?“Amber, darling, what are you planning?” I say in a cheerful tone.Amber flimches and slama the bathroom door shut. And she dares to asks why I call her weird. “Doing a number 2. Although I thought I would be doing number 10.” I try to open the door from her grip but she keeps

Wendy takes a deep breath. “I know you guys hate each other, I can see it in your eyes, but try to get along. I can’t let my bestie and Lucas glare at each other all the time.” “I don’t hate him. I just don’t want to talk to him,” I say trying to sound unbothered, but failed. I knew this talk would happen but I didn’t want to endure it. I’m not a rude person, but Lucas sends out kidnapper vibes. “At least try to have a conversation with him every time you see him. He’s not that bad,” She looks at him but quickly looks at me. “Just bad enough.” “I’m not bad. I did nothing to you,” Lucas blurts out. Wendy glares at him. She hates when people talk back, especially people who disagree with her every word. “Zip it, eyebrows. I didn’t call you over here to complain.”

And here I thought college would be fun to attend again. Wendy is barely home. I only knew her for almost a month and now I feel so incomplete without her. It must be her annoying traits that make me feel complete. That has to be it. Veronica stays to entertain me from time to time. She said everything in this house is ‘technically’ mine until I move out. Although I don’t believe her, she tends to talk about her kids and how Wendy lets them do anything here. That’s because Wendy is biased and doesn’t care if I’m bored or not. “You look like a sad puppy waiting for its owner. The last time I checked, Wendy gave you a phone. A brand new phone,” Veronica says. “The last time I checked, she bought it to keep me social. She didn’t tell me the password!” I yell out.

Gosh, my heart is racing. I was still near Rose but an aisle away. I can hear her fake sobs as Tyler confronts her. The adrenaline from that! I made a comeback without Amber. I should reward myself with some ice cream.I walk back with a successful smile. Amber was still concentrating but was still cautious with her surroundings. “Where were you?” She asked, trying to sew the last piece of cloth.“Just in the bathroom. Nothing big,” I say in a cocky tone.“It must be a good pee if you look happy. Or was it a poo?”“It was poop. A massive one, in fact. I really wanted it out of my system. And there was pee. Just a small bit, but mostly poop.”“Sounds

Day after day, Lucas has really grown on me. Lately, we’ve been posting photos of Lucas on Instagram. It’s going quite well since he’s good-looking. He does want to become a model so this could make it a step forward towards his goal.Spring Break has already ended and I’ve been extremely busy. Exams are coming up and I’ve been ditching Lucas home with Veronica. Do I feel bad for him? No, he should be happy he doesn’t have to worry about exams.“I’m leaving for the library. Bye!” I scream out. It was already 12 and Lucas was practicing his selfies. To be honest, if it wasn’t for me he would’ve looked like a goblin in those photos.I met up with Amber at the entrance of the library. She was on a phone call, probably with Jay. “H

Where the heck are we going? The car keeps shaking and there are bumps everywhere! Without the seatbelt, I would’ve hit my head on the roof like nine times.“Wendy!” I scream hoping she would hear me over her evil laugh. “I think it’s time to go home!”“Never!”Oh gosh, I'm going to die today. I haven't even become a dad yet. What a waste of 20 years. I’m sorry to my pet mouse that I couldn’t feed you well. I will join you soon.I close my eyes. Before my life could end, Wendy did a sharp turn, making me bang my head on the window.“Oops. I should’ve said a warning. That must’ve hurt,” She says as I rub my injured head. &ldqu