Chapter 9:

For the last time, Arya peeped through the windows, her hands fiddling with the curtain, a occasional sigh escaping her lips.

She bobbed her head towards the window, gazing at the dark sky, how the clouds formed against the sky, the darkening of the clouds, it was going to rain soon, she was sure of it.

"What are you doing?" Colin, her younger brother almost stuck his head towards her direction.

She let out a shrill yell, her heart panging in horror. "Why are you here? you scared me."

His hands clutched around the bowl of ice cream, "Why are you still up?"

She slumped in the chair, biting her lower lips, how could she say she was waiting for Devon Brookes? if there was one thing about her brother, he could easily detect lies.

"Umm. It's not even eight, why are you still up?" She gazed at him.

He smiled cheekily, his hands pointing towards the kitchen. "I was craving ice cream." He nervously said, dressed in a unicorn pajamas, a pair of pinkish socks, and a plate of ice cream etched pr