Chapter 7: Beautiful Eyes

I wake up sober. Sunday has a better vibe to it than Saturday. I look around my room and see Selah sleeping. I sneak out of my room and tiptoe quietly to the door. The door squeaks behind me. Go figure. Maryanne, my mom, has made coffee. I haven't seen dad in a while. He's been on a business trip.

I grab two ugly poodle-shaped mugs and fill them with hot chocolate and coffee. I hike back to my room and find Selah awake. The coffee is hot as hell, and I almost spill it on her. She grabs the coffee from my hands.

"Thanks, Nat. So, have you had the chance to ask your parents about Italy? I still want you to go," Selah says.

"Umm, not yet. It's been a lot of drama, with the breakup and my job interview. I still have a few months to ask. Don't worry, I will. Promise," I say.

Selah grabs a towel from my small closet. She unzips her backpack and gets her fancy salon shampoo out.

"I'm going to shower," she says.

"That's fine," I say.

I sit on my bed. Cinnamon cuddles me and purrs. She knocks