First thing I saw this morning was a text message from Lorien— my fianceé. I could not help but feel giddy and excited inside. It had been such a while since she had sent me a text. Hi Mi. I know it is still too early and you're sleeping, but could you drive me to school today? I'm sorry to ask you but I do not feel safe outside. A bunch of reporters had camped outside of my house.My eyes widen in shock. These people really... I never imagined them doing this to Lorien. This could be because of me. If only my father hadn't broadcasted to the world my proposal to her that night, this wouldn't happen. Lorien could still live the same way her life had always been. I feel guilty. And I truly hate the fact that I am happy that she's asking for my help.. she cannot be seen in the public with Tybalt, or else that will cause a huge scene. Lorien could get in trouble if they get caught meeting in secret. This is why she is turning to me.. I don't hate it. It makes me happy but hey, I am just
It has been two weeks since the last time Tybalt and I have seen each other. Although he's sending me texts, calling me.. none of those can ever compare if I see him. I really miss him. He even shows up to my dreams sometimes at night, but the situation there is not much any different than what we have now in reality— Tybalt and I cannot be together. The dreams would always end in him, walking away from me. It scares me so much.. as much as I don't want to think about it, but what if Tybalt really chooses to leave me? I am aware of how much difficult and hard this is, not just for me but for the both of us. Thanks to these people chasing me around, we cannot meet in secret. Plus, I always had to call Milo whenever I leave my home, because that's what Tybalt told me. I wonder if Milo is irritated with me, for always dragging him along. Also, the articles that were going around the internet about me and Milo were all taken down. It is all thanks to the power of their father. I am gratef
"Thank you everyone for coming tonight! We love you!" Shouted the lead vocalist of the band that just had their concert over Willrey City from the television. I yawned, placing my feet upon the coffee table then turning the television off and scrolled through my phone. I looked through into my favourite social medias accounts: Titter; Stargram; and Snoppyshot. Being alone and bored is not good, I feel like dying. With a groan, I put my phone back to the center table and gone to the kitchen to get some food. Well hello folks, my name is Lorien Adasha Daniel if you all ask. Also, I'm turning eighteen two months from now and I'm in my junior year in high school. I am living with my mom here in Stanford, while I don't know my father's whereabouts. Don't misunderstand that, I mean my parents aren't divorced or separated. My father's super workaholic; he goes place to place. I don't even remember w
"Lorien, sweetheart? Are you awake?" I heard a knock on my door repeatedly. With a grunt, I covered myself up with my blanket, not wanting to get up. I still want to get more sleep but then I heard my door creaking, I know it's mom entering my bedroom. "I know you're awake, honey." She said as she opened the curtain here in my room and pulled the sheets away from me. "Wake up, you're going to be late for school." "Ugh," I groaned, pulling back the sheets. "Five more minutes, mommy. I swear I'll get up." "No more five minutes, baby. Now, get up and shower, breakfast's ready." Mom replied, picking up some of my dirty clothes on the floor and cleaned up a little before completely leaving my room. I, once again, groaned as I get off of my bed lazily. After I've showered and blowing my hair dry, I put on a plain shirt with ripped jeans pairing it with black converse. When your mother's a fashionista,
Well I would have to say, the whole ride was damn quiet. It's as if the car was empty, Harry had turned the music player off and now it has become more awkward than before. As much as I wanted to start a conversation, I don't know what I should talk about. I wasn't as crazy as the other fans so obviously, I wouldn't know what's up. I just can't blurt anything out, I would definitely embarrass myself one more time. Especially because the one who was driving was Tybalt, if it was Milo I could start the talk unlike with this guy, he just gives off this aura that shouts "don't even dare to try talking with me". I keep on taking glances of him though, through the rear view mirror, it's a good thing he hadn't caught me. I'm so screwed if he did.I noticed that we're almost at my house, I cleared my throat, "Uh- turn right and stop by the wooden gate on your left," I told Tybalt as he nods his head up and down and did as he was told. Wow, what a good dog. Just kidding, anyways, Tyba
My eyes flew open, as I rubbed them with my hands, I sat up on my bed to look at my alarm clock—6:00 AM. Oh my gosh, this is almost a miracle! My mother would surely be proud of me for waking up before my alarm goes off! This is the first time this happened!I'm still half-asleep, I'm sorry..I stood up from my bed, running my fingers through my messy and greasy hair as I threw a bath towel upon my shoulder. I wore my plain black shirt as well as black skinny jeans and gray hoodie together with my white converse shoes, before getting to my hair which I had pulled my hair into a messy bun. A bun is too common but it's the easiest way for a girl to style her hair, especially if she was running late. Wouldn't you agree? Anywho, I slung my bag to my shoulder, applying lip gloss as I took one last look of myself from the mirror in front of me. I nodded my head before heading downstairs and I saw my mom reading her newsp
Just like the time that Tybalt was forced by Harry to take me home because Milo was busy writing lyrics for their new song, the ride to my house was quiet; all you could hear was Harry's snoring from the backseat. I really wanted to break the ice but then, I don't know what Tybalt and I should talk about. This is so awkward, oh my gosh. I kept thinking about what I could talk about with this guy sitting beside me, that I haven't even noticed that we have reached my home. Tybalt slowly turns his head to look at me and I gulped. "Ooh.. yeah! Yeah, right! I'm getting off," I unbuckle myself and got off their car. I bent down to thank him for driving him home but he was already on his phone. I pouted, turning around to get to my house's gate. I was about to go inside when Harry called for my name, so I turned back around and faced him. "Yes?" "Can we...hang out?" I chortled, "Didn't we just earlier?"
I was awoke when I felt my phone buzzing by my side, I groan. I was dreaming about the time when Milo has pulled me close and took me into his arms! I rolled my eyes and uncovered half of my body to reach for it from my nightstand and realized that it was a text message. But then, who in the world would text me this early? With a growl, I opened the message.Hey, good morning :) better get ready cause we'll be there in fifteen.I perked a brow.Who's this?I uncovered myself completely from the sheets, sitting up on my bed as I found a pencil from my table and used it for my hair to get it all out of my face, then my phone buzzed.Milo :)My eyes widened. I didn't expect him to actually text me or something, but he did. I was expecting him to only say something like, hey we're in front of your house or like, get ready for school, but no, he s