torsdag 14 februari 2013

To Be Continued... Melissa Ayers 1

This chapter will be based soley from Melissa's perspectiv.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Studying my stomach, I slowly turned to the side and started stroking it. I wondered if my baby could feel my touch. The image of a little babygirl rushed to my head and I couldn't  help but smile. I knew she was going to be a beautiful child. It had been four months since I told Joe that he was the father and now it was August. My child's birth was estimated to be in January. I had broken up with James and I was seeing someone else. Adrian. I think I love him, and he knows that I'm pregnant. He even went with me, when I did my ultrasound. The doctor said I was expecting a girl. I had already picked out her name. January Hannah Ayers. 
"Hey," Adrian came up behind me and kissed my neck. I turned to face him and gave him a soft peck on his lips. He stroked my cheek, before he went to the fridge to get something to eat.
"There's nothing in here," he complained.
"Want to go out and eat?"
He sighed.
"I wish, but I have a meeting with my boss. I probably forgot to tell you that yesterday. Sorry."
I walked up to him and smiled to myself at his humbleness. 
"No, I'm the one that forgot. I actually remember you telling me, now. When are you leaving?"
Adrian checked his watch then groaned.
"Shit. I have to leave in, like, now."
He rushed to the wardrobe to pick something out.
"I already put out clothes for you!" I shouted to him, while making myself a cup of coffee.
"Ah, thank you babe, you're the best," he said and I choked a giggle when I heard a loud thump followed by a groan.
"Adrian, did you just fall?"
"... Yeah, I'm okay."
I started laughing and he came out of the bedroom wearing only a pair of jeans. I looked at him over my cup and raised an eyebrow.
"You forgot a shirt?"
"Oh, did I?" He kept coming closer to me.
He put his fingertips on my waist and I knew what was coming next.
"Adrian.." I said with a serious tone.
"You know what happens when you mock me," his fingertip went a bit up my ribcage.
"Seriously, please, don't," I begged him, my eyes wideopen in horror.
He shrugged, and started tickling me.
I couldn't contain myself and I burst out laughing. Between my breaths I kept screaming at him to stop.
"Please, stop!" I felt my body jump violently as I screamed in laughter.
"Say your sorry!" He commanded.
He started tickling me by my collarbones, and I started hitting him, while laughing uncontrollably. That was my weakspot.
"Okay,  okay, I'm sorry!"
He finally stopped tickling me and I recovered myself, by taking deep breaths.
"I hate when you do that."
He smiled and gave me a kiss on my cheek.
"You're cute when you laugh like that."
"And you're late for your meeting."
He gave me a crooked smile, and even though we had been together for a couple of months, my heart fluttered every time he did that.
He pulled on a black t-shirt, and just before he went out of the door, he turned to me.
"Don't go out tonight. I have something planned for you... Oh, dress nice!"
I nodded and blew him a kiss before he closed the door behind him.

I had put on my favorite dress, it was a black one, and my hear was curly waves. If i might say so myself, I looked pretty nice. I looked out of the window, and saw Adrian's car on the driveway. He got out of the car and I could see him wearing a suit. 
Thank. Goodness. I was so scared I was dressed to fancy.
A couple of minutes later he walked through the door. Just as he saw me his eyes got big, and his mouth opened slightly.
I pulled at my dress, a bit insecure, and he reached me and took my hand and spun me around. "You look lovely."
I giggled and he spun me into his arms.
"So do you," I said and stared into his eyes that were fixated on me.
"Shall we?" He said and offered his arm.
"We shall," I replied and out my hand around his arm.

When we arrived to the party, I felt a knot build up in my stomach.
We were at a birthday party.
"Adrian, I thought-"
I was interuppted by the high pitched voice of a lady in a figure hugging dress. She was about 50 years old, her hair was naturally golden, with no grey hairs in sight and the way she carried herself was very elegant.
"Adrian, darling!" She grabbed his cheeks and kissed them.
"Ah, you look so handsome," she continued, while holding him in arm distance and examinating him with a perfect smile on her lips.
"Hey, ma."
It was his mother's birthday?!
He pulled out a box wrapped in silver paper and a black bow on top, out of the blue bag he had been holding in his hand. "Happy birthday," he said in a low voice and kissed her on her cheek.
How could he not tell me to bring a gift?!
"Oh thank you dear," She hugged him back, and slowly turned to me.
"Adrian, aren't you going to introduce me?"
He put his hand on my back and made a gesture towards his mom.
"Ma, this is Melissa, Melissa this is Julie, my mom."
I forced a smile, trying hard not to let her see how embarressed I was.
"Hello, Melissa. Nice to meet you," She reached out her hand and shook mine.
"Hi, I'm so sorry I didn't bring anything. I didn't know where we were going, Adrian wouldn't tell me, and-"
She laughed and waved with her hand, as if she was trying to clear the air of all my excuses.
"Don't worry, doll. I'm just glad you're here."

The night was coming to an end, and we had so much fun. We sang to Julie, Adrian held a speech, we danced and I got to spend time with his family. They reminded me alot of my own family back in Canada.
"Bye Melissa, I hope you had fun!"
She kissed me on my cheek, once on each side.
"Yes, I did. Thank you very much for this evening, and happy birthday."
Julie smiled at me and when Adrian was talking to his brother, she leaned in and whispered in my ear.
"You're the only girl, that Adrian has brought to any family gathering. And I'm glad he did."
She pulled away and I couldn't help my heart flicker. I was the only girl his family had met.

onsdag 13 februari 2013

"The rest will fall in place" ♥ 37

Demi's outfit:

Just as we made a stop infront of an ice cream parlor, my phone started buzzing in my pocket. I let go of Sam's hand to pick it up. I looked at the caller ID. It was Miley.
I made a gesture to Sam that I had to take this call, he nodded and went ahead to buy our ice cream.
"Hi, it's Demi."
"It's me. Miley."
Just as she said the words, I felt a knot build up in my throath and my mouth went dry. 
"I know you probably hate me, but I really need you right now."
I sighed and shrugged at the same time.
"I needed you too, but you weren't there for me, Miley."
"I know, and-"
"There's really no excuse."
"Demi, can you just-"
"No, you chose him over me!"
I raised my voice and I could feel all of the anger bubble up to the surface. The following seconds were filled with tense silence.
"We broke off our engagement." Miley's voice was calm, and she sounded tired.
Her words hit me like a slap to the face.
"Can I come over tonight?"
I was just about to say no, but then I remembered all that Miley had done for me. She was one of the few people that actually cared about me when I was in treatment, and after. 
We said bye, and I hung up. Just as I looked up I noticed Sam standing right infront of me. He held both of our ice creams in one hand and napkins in the other.
"Is everything alright?"
I took a breath, and was just about to lie to him, but decided not to.
I took my cone from his hand and gave him a short smile, before I started speaking.
"No, it's not. I broke up with Joe yesterday, and now I just got a call from Miley. She asked if she could come over and I said okay, but I don't know how I feel about..." 
I stopped speaking and stared into Sam's comforting brown eyes.
"I just don't know anymore," I murmured.
He draped his arm over my shoulders and our fingers intervened. 
As we were walking down the street in a couple of minutes of silence, Sam started speaking.
"We don't always have to know what's about to happen. As long as we are sure of what is now, then the rest will fall into place."
I smiled and he bent down to kiss me. We stood there, in the middle of the street, not seeing anything else, but eachother.

After a long day of shopping me and Sam finally got home. We dropped all of our bags and on the floor and he placed his hands on each side of my waist, and spun me around so that we were facing each other. I rested my arms on his shoulders and gazed upon his face. He leaned in and was just about to make his lips meet mine, I closed my eyes and- Knock, knock, knock.
I sighed with my eyes still closed and Sam gave me a quick peck on my forehead, before he went to open the door.
I turned around to see who was hiding behind him.
"Hi, Sam."
Her voice gave her away immediatley. It was slightly trembling, and I knew she was really, really, ashamed about what happened.
But Sam just gave her a big hug and I could hear him murmur in her ear, that he was 'sorry about Liam'.
I contained myself from burrsting out in a big 'awww', instead I smiled like a fool. I knew I had made the right choice regarding choosing him as my boyfriend.
Miley gave him a thankful smile and stepped into the house.
She stopped at the sight of me, and gave me a faint smile.
I nodded, with a stonehard face and she sighed.
"Come on Demi, I told you I'm sorry." She turned around to face Sam. "I'm really, really sorry."
He nodded, but I didn't.
"Miley, do you know how weird it felt, the fact that you kicked me out of your house?"
"And I am really sorry about that, Demi. I love you too much to let this go, so can you please just forgive me and we can go back to being best friends?" She gve me a hopeful smile, and I gave in.
I ran up to her and gave her a big hug.
"I'm so sorry about Liam, baby."
When I pulled up, and scanned her face, she gave me a weak smile.
She shrugged and I could she see was fighting her tears.
"It's just that.. I don't get how he could give up on us, that easily, you know?"
I nodded, understanding her.
"Are you sure you broke up?"
She wiped her tears with the backside of her hand.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, did he actually say that you were through or did he just storm out of the house in the middle of an argument?"
This seemed to have her brain going and suddenly she smiled.
"He never said the words."
I gave her an encouring smile.
"See! Maybe he just needs some time to think."
I saw Sam studying me, with a big smile on his lips, at the other end of the room.
"What?" I hissed at him.
He put his hands up in defence, chuckling.
"It's just... You know what, never mind."
I rolled my eyes and concentrated on Miley.
"Do you know where he is?"
She nodded.
"He's at his brother's house."
I made a gesture with my hands.
"Call him."
Miley picked up her phone and dialled his number, then went out of the room to have some privacy.
Just as she left, I walked up to Sam and threw up my hands.
"Why are you laughing?"
"I was just thinking how lucky I am to be your boyfriend. Demi, I've been thinking..."
My heart skipped a beat.
"Great news! Liam apologized and is waiting for me at home!" Miley's voice roared through the house and I smiled at her.
"That's great."
She walked up to me with her phone in one hand and her jacket in the other.
"I'll see you-" She kissed me on the cheek, "-later," she continued while hugging Sam.
She shut the door behind her.
I turned back to Sam.
"So, where were we?"
"I was just about to ask you, if you wanted to take this relationship a step further. Demi, I love you. I do. And I'm willing to move to L.A permenatly for you. So, do you want to move in with me?"
As I heard him say the words, and then look at me with those warm brown, I almost burst with happiness.
"On one condition."
I took one step closer to Sam, so that our lips were only centimeters apart.
He raised a brow.
"And what is that?"
"That we live here."
He laughed and nodded.
Then we kissed and I was the happiest I had been for a long time.