Lola~
Sightseeing in Amsterdam is definitely something I would do every night when I’m free. “Why are you smiling?” Jasper asked, licking and smudging some ice cream on his chin. I shrugged and scooped a little, watching his face contour into fake disgust.“I can’t believe you actually like Mint choco. That’s like one of the greatest sin one can ever commit on earth.” He grumbled, scooping more of his bland vanilla ice cream. Yeah. That goes every good thing I wanted to do for him. Like telling him he has ice-cream in his nose and chin but not anymore. What’s life without fucking up at times?“All that talk from someone who is taking vanilla. Yeah, try again.” I snarled, sticking my tongue out childishly as he squinted his eyes at me.“I’m gon go get more.” I announced and he looked at me baffled “You won’t be able to walk tomorrow with all these.” He warned but I couldn’t care less. I walked towards the ice cream stand and ordered, glancing back to see JaAdonis~“Adonis.” I jerked my head to the direction my name was being called, a sigh of relief escaped my lips as soon as I saw the person walking towards me. A sad smile laid on her lips.“It’s quite late, shouldn’t you go to bed?” She asked but I didn’t have a answer for her. Yes it’s late but staring at the moon doesn’t make it seem that way. When I was younger, someone once told me to look at the moon whenever I’m feeling heavy hearted and can’t convey my feelings into words. That’s what I’m doing. Conveying my feelings to the moon, hoping it could relate what I’m feeling to those I wish to speak to but can’t.“It’s been two weeks, Adonis. You’ve been living like a robot for two weeks and I can’t take it anymore. I am tired of seeing you walk around like you have no feelings. I’m tired of watching to retreat into your shell. You aren’t behaving like the Adonis I raised, All I can see is some dead and broken version of you” she snapped, wrapping her arms around herse
Lola~It’s been three weeks and one day. Three weeks that I’ve been here in Amsterdam and two weeks that I’ve known Dylan and Jasper. Well, maybe not that short for Jasper but still. The trip here to Amsterdam only made me realize how great he is as a friend. It’s quite sad he would be staying here while I go back to NewYork. “You’re spacing out again.” Someone says, I turned to look at who it was, a polite smile gracing my lips on seeing the culprit. He grinned right back at me, setting the cups of coffee on the table and sat opposite me.“So what we’re you thinking about?” He asked and I shrugged, holding the cup with both my hands. I inhaled rather dramatically “Things.” I say. He leaned closer to me, wiggling his perfect eyebrows at me“What things? Looked like you were planning something.” He responded. “Just life. Coming here I didn’t think I’d be close to Jasper in a way but I am and was thinking about how much I’ll miss him when I leave.” I rushed out a
Lola~Finally. Four days passed like a blur and finally it was time for me to return back to my life in NewYork. The project Jasper and I came here for flourished tremendously and now, Jasper has a permanent position in the company. I’m still required to comeback here every month for overlook things but I’m going back to NewYork.“Are you done? We have an hour till we get to the airport.” Dylan says, cracking an apple open between his teeth. I scrunched my nose in irritation. “This is the fifth time you’d ask me this. I have everything I brought here and even the things I bought. You should probably check yourself.” I retorted. Dylan snorted at my suggestion, chewing the apple loudly “You keep forgetting I’m a master when it comes to this traveling thing. I don’t forget things. Dylan Mateo doesn’t forget things.He forgot. We were sitting in the airplane, Dylan was fortunate enough to get the seat beside me and it’s been hell, having to sit
Lola~I fell on my bed, clutching the pillows and bed spread tightly again, sniffing the fabrics and sighed. We dropped Dylan off at the hotel he would be staying which by the way was surprisingly close to my apartment. Liam and Chloe tried to convince me to come to their apartment but I know better than to do that. I would rather not wake up to the inhumane sounds coming from their room.I got up from the bed, taking a look around the house again. I remember leaving here with so much heaviness in my heart. I was so tired and just needed a break. I was constant breaking down over the silliest things, constantly crying but now. I still can’t say I’m actually better now but I’m definitely in a better space than I was when a month ago.I sighed, stripping off my clothes and stepped into the bathroom. Mom has been kind enough to visit my apartment once every week to check and clean things. Which is why, this place is sparkling clean, more than it was when I left
Lola~I was immediately thrown into the waiting arms of mom, her hands caressing my back as she hugged me very tightly. “She won’t be able to breathe, Mom.” I heard Liam say, trying to pull her away from me only to be thrown off by the said woman.“I haven’t seen my daughter in forever and you expect me not to hug her forever?” She snapped. I couldn’t resist the smile that made it’s way to my lips.Not once in the past did I ever think thing would be like this with mom. I didn’t think she would be hugging me so tight and declaring just how much she loves me.“My turn, let her go.” Aunt Mandy says, pulling me away from mom and hugged me, well not so tightly. “Welcome back, kid. Your mother was driving everyone of us crazy about your arrival.” She kissed my forehead, her finger lingering on my cheek as she spoke.“Welcome home, bun. We all missed you greatly.” Dad says, kissing the crown of my head as he hugged me. I blinked back the unshed tears threatening to fall
Lola~Mom had gotten over herself and Grandma Eva. We were back to the dinning table, the rest of her family didn’t continue with the food so we could all eat together which was really sweet. “I’m telling you, she legit called me a kidnapper.” Dylan voice brought me out of my thoughts. I groaned as I remembered exactly what it was that he was talking about, hitting him on his biceps lightly.“You’ve got to be kidding me. She did that?” Liam asked, clutching his tummy to stable his laughters. I rolled my eyes, wrapping my arms against my chest as I glared at Dylan who had taken it upon himself to tell the most embarrassing moment I had in Netherlands.“Not just that, she went ahead to call me a stalker. I mean. Me? Have you seen me? A stalker!” He exclaimed, dramatically raising and falling his hands.“Well, excuse me for being security conscious.” I bit back with not bite. I heard Chloe snort from behind “You should have been more security conscious before yo
Adonis~“You can’t ignore me! I am just as important in this as you are and I demand that you be invested in this whole charade.” Penelope yelled, pacing about frustratedly.I sighed inwardly, massaging my temples and poured myself a glass of water. “Do I look like I care about keeping up your image or your father’s? I told you I would do this. I would go this far and you know the reason why I agreed to do this but you expect me to be invested, go with you to the hall? Go wedding dress shopping and all that. You’re bull-shitting yourself if you think for a moment that I am interested.” I snapped. It’s been weeks since the unfortunate agreement I had to make in other to keep mom safe. Penelope sighed, clicking her tongue as she made her way towards me. To be honest, I’ve racked my brain as to why a beautiful lady like herself would want to settle for me. Me! The same me that’s made it clear I wasn’t interested in her. I remember going to meet her at the cafe that day an
Adonis~It’s been hours since I left the company. I met up with the private investigator I hired but still got nothing. Maybe I’m bound to get married to Penelope after all. I sighed, picking out a suit from my closet. Penelope had sent a message to let me know she’d be arriving in thirty minutes. If I had my way, I’d probably be locked in my study but no, not only do I have to get married to Penelope but I also have to through these outings. I sighed inwardly as I put on my clothes. I felt like a mannequin that was breathed air into and required to do every of father’s whim. It wasn’t like this while I was growing. Truthfully, he was my hero. I worshipped the ground he walked on simply because he was so successful at such a young age. It didn’t matter if I didn’t see him that often because he always made me proud when I was out. I loved hearing the 'Oh, Mr Green’s your father?’ ‘He’s Mr Green’s son’'Mr Green is an icon' Mr Green this