2pm My House の小説・ストーリー

How can I be mad at this? Our show today wouldn't start until 7 PM, but our call time was at 3 PM. We had to do some last minute rehearsals and get make up done and whatnot. I didn't really mind though, I'd take any excuse to be able to spend an extra hour with Blondie. By 2 PM, I was all ready to go. Ma had already left for her job and I was all alone at the house, as usual. I was making my way out the door and towards my bike when I noticed something was off.

What woman wouldn't like him, right? I sighed and turned to the big house. I also looked at the time on my wrist watch and saw that it was two p.m. We already ate our lunch earlier. "Thanks for your time, guys. I'm going back inside to prepare snacks," I said to them to say goodbye. They just nodded at me and said goodbye, so I walked inside Roswell's house. I don't know if Agatha is awake, so I have to check on her in the room first.

"Remember, I'm here to ensure your safety. Come on, let's go inside." Following his lead, we made our way into the house. Everywhere was quiet; everyone else had gone to sleep. I snuck a glance at my wristwatch, and it told me the time was two am in the morning. So much seemed to have happened to me in the space of a few hours. "Do you need anything?" Aiden asked as we stood in the dimness of the foyer together. I smiled weakly. "No, Aiden. I'm fine." I murmured, even though I felt as though I was breaking apart from the inside.

ISLA Zero has been driving for more than thirty minutes. We left the building at 6:50 P.M. I glanced at the wall clock in my living room and now, it was already 7:20 P.M. I was tempted to ask but I’m afraid of the deafening silence between us. It seems like Zero needs some quiet time at this moment.

As I started the engine and reversed away from the scene, I checked the dashboard clock. 8:55 PM. “Twenty-four days, twenty-three hours,” I whispered. I floored the accelerator, taking her home.

His first message to his son who just went to college wasn't about how he was settling in but about some stupid business date. The next message: Don't be late, Clare Diner, 2pm. My blood went cold. “Ohh shit 2pm” I voiced out loud in my head as the clock on my bedside glared at me, 1:48pm.

Not my business. Hours later, Lawrence and Clara leave for the day, and I'm alone in the quiet house minus security outside, obviously. It's 6 p.m., and I'm meeting Ana around 8, so I decide to use the sauna room in the gym area. The steam works like a facial, and I could use some extra glow before going out.

**** *** A/N// It's now 2:04PM didn't get to post them this morning. What do you think?

"Lunch, aty place tomorrow. 2pm." I nodded. "Perfect."

5:00 PM One more bloody hour!