Chapter seven.

Pari's pov

I roll out of bed, stretching my limbs out with a broad smile.

Its Sunday and guess what, I ain't going to work today which also means no Xavier.

In less than a week and my monthly payment is already down to half.

And I had it hard walking on a glass shell yesterday. But that ungrateful son of a chocolate had to deduct a hundred dollars because his coffee grew cold while in a meeting.

The fuck was I supposed to do.

Heat it up with my armpit or Something?

 No..no....Pari.... No more worrying about that fucked up Ceo and his company.

Today's a Sunday....we should at least try to spend this golden day to the fullest.

I take a princess bath, putting on a baggy pant with my favourite angry bird T-shirt that says. 'No Xavier Day.'

Just kidding. But I do wish.

I exit the room, sprinting down stairs and into the kitchen. 

The two makes in my family already digging into breakfast.

"Good morning people your queen have arrive." I holler, the warm cozy feeling engulfing me in it's homey paws.

"Morning Oari." Dad says, which sounds more like. "mouring pauri." Due to the amount of food stuffed in his mouth.

Alot.

I slide into my chair, leaning towards kelvin who is occupying the chair to my left. 

"Will you stop doing that." Kelvin groans, slapping away my hand that had found its way to his hair. 

"Awn, little popo is already growing up." I coe. 

"Am not popo." Kelvin huffs hands crossed. 

"Popo..." I tease poking on his side.

"Popo..popo..."

"Dad....." He wails, sounding more like a drowning dolphin.

Popo is Kelvin's childhood nickname, he got it from one special occasion when he won't stop saying popo, but later we realize he was tying to say poop cause he poo in his pant. 

"Pari, Will you stop teasing your brother." Dad says in his defence. 

"But I didn't do anything." I pout innocently. "Did I popo?"

"Enough Pari." Dad glares in a warning tone.

That tone that screams the punishment alert.

Dad sighs, pushing his chair back, he wipes his mouth with a napkin. "I have to go inspect the cleaning of the restaurant. Try to put on an act of been responsible and don't break anything."

"Why would we?" I gasp feigning annoyance. "It's not like we fight each other. We are siblings for chocolate's sake. Right Popo?"

Kelvin let's out a loud grown, turning to dad with a forced smile. "Of course. I love....my big sister too much to cause her any trouble."

Of course he has to play along. If not dad might decide to take us along with him.

And I promise you, cleaning inspection is a mathematically equal to slave work. 

Dad stares at the both of us suspiciously, then let's out a sigh. "Okay. No fighting Pari."

"Bye, bye popo." Dad waves as he walks out of the kitchen. 

"I am not popo" Kelvin yells in frustration. 

After breakfast kelvin retired to his room to play video games. I hope he doesn't sneak off through his window cause am so gonna tell dad. 

And he's so going to be grounded. Again. 

Since I have all the day to myself, here's the plan. 

First, watch movie with popcorn. 

Then, watch movie with more popcorn. 

Then, watch another movie and maybe order pizza. 

And then lastly, watch more movies. 

Perfect plan right. 

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I let out a loud groan when someone knocks on the door.

Who the chocolate is there? 

My eye pop out when I check the time ’5:07' jeez I just spent seven hours watching movies and didn't even noticed. 

"Boo." I jump in shock, falling flat on my butt on the ground, throwing my bowl of popcorn over me.

My hear beat against my ribcage, blood rushing to my ear. It didn't help that was watching 'it' (one of the most scariest movie in ever) 

"Fuck. You see the look on your face." Shelley laughs from behind me. 

"You scared the living daylight out of me you idiot." I yell, chucking a pillow at her, which she easily dodges. 

"Incoming." Shelley yells, with one swift move she bounce on the sofa then jumps on me.

God...fuck...I think I broke a rib....wait I maybe two.

"Can you please get off me, can't breath." I wheeze, gasping for breath.

"I don't even weigh that much." Shelley whines. 

"You can say when you are not sitting on me." I snort. 

With a huff she gets off me. Heading for the stairs.

"Come on hurry up, or we are going to be late."

"Late for a what?" I ask confuse. 

"The party." she says like its the most obvious thing in the world. 

Celebration for what?

"Remember we are celebrating your new job." she add when she saw the confused look on my face. "You are going to be rich..we are going to be rich."

You won't be saying that if you knew.

But I know better than to tell her. Shelley has always been the impulsive one. I don't want my best friend to go to prison.

"You didn't tell me anything about that that." I huff. 

"Well I just did so let's go." She throws a wink behind her.

She roam around my room like it's her's, raising an eyebrow at my still form. "Are you just gonna stand there." She asks, her clothes now replaced with a towel. 

So fast. 

"Oh.... I know am going to regret this later." I sigh, slowly peeling my clothes off i tie a towel.

"Come on stop being a party pooper." she ticks before entering the bathroom. 

I say a silent prayers in my head and hop into the bathroom too.

One and a half terrifying hour later. 

"And done." Shelley smiles after making me sit like a statue and pocking my eyes for the last thirty minutes in the name of makeup. 

Gosh my waist hurts like chocolate muffins in a microwave.

"Well, take a look at your face." Shelley grins turning me to face the mirror. 

I give a satisfying nod at my reflection, I look like an angel who lost its wings and fell on earth, the last thirty minutes of applying the makeup was literally hell but its sure worth it. 

That's what you call 'SHELLEY'S MAGIC'

I sure look beautiful. 

"It's amazing as usual. Thanks."

It would be a disaster if I have to do my makeup myself.

"You should thank me after I pick the dress." Shelley reply, prying my closet doors open.

Fuck.

"Dress cant I pick my dress?" I ask, my eyes bulging out of its socket in horror. 

"Don't worry it won't be as bad as the last one." Shelley says, then she throws a dress towards me missing me by an inch. 

Survival skills 2074 : NEVER BELIEVE A SINGLE WORD THAT COMES OUT OF SHELLEY'S MOUTH.

"Can you stop messing up my room." I scowl. ducking when a dress comes flying at me. 

"Right after I find our dress." Shelley yells her head buried deep in the closet. 

"Here." Shelley jumps then hands me a black open back stripeless gown. 

"No way am wearing that." I huff shacking my head in disapproval. 

It's not like I don't want to wear it, it's just that there is nothing there to wear.

I might as well go out naked.

(If you like scary films I suggest you should watch 'it'. Like, comment and follow people. Love yal. ADIOS.)