Chapter 3: CUTE NOT GORGEOUS

Like I said, it was the girl's momma. And she didn't look very happy.

Instead she turned to face her daughter, propping her hands on her waist.

"Lucy don't be rude" she chastised sternly, causing Lucy to state at her for few seconds before she finally replied.

....oh Lucy, that's her name...

Obviously annoyed, Lucy hmphed before saying, "Yes, mum."

She looked like she was about to say something else when her mum gave her 'the look.'

The look Mums give to get you to stop doing something, pretty much a half glare and a half frown. Kind of a deadpan expression.

While studying the mother's facial gestures, I wan able to take in her appearance.

Lucy's mother had twinkling blue eyes, shoulder-length brown hair and I'm sure she was probably 5 foot and few inches tall. She wouldn't weigh much but she wasn't tiny either.

She was still in her pajamas {which I found rather amusing} and she wore comfy flip-flops.

Ok, when the agency said they wanted a new look, they meant it.

She wasn't 'model-worthy there's nothing glam about her at all, she's just cuter than she is pretty. Not saying she's ugly though.

At least, she didn't notice how I was scrutinizing her looks, and focused on her daughter instead.

"Come on Lucy, we still have to unpack some things.”

With that, I ignored them and ventured into my bedroomroom. Of course, shutting the door behind me.

As soon as I got in, the first thing my eyes landed on was Hannah's lipgloss on the dresser. The sight made me wince, as though I was in pains or physically hurt. Sadly, emotionally hurt I was going through felt just as bad.

"Why is this still here?" I asked myself. Seeing as there was no one else to ask.

“It's time to let go of this junk.”

The `junkʼ in question was a lot of things. Basically every thing Hannah owned that still remained in my bedroom. Which was a whole lot.

Coincidentally, I found a box at the corner of the room and threw {yes, threw} all of Hannah's stuff into the box.

She had already gone with her clothes and some other things. Most of thing I got rid of were accessories.

Was it worth it? Most definitely!! Plus, it helped to reduce some of the pent-up anger inside of me.

Most of me really wants to hate Hannah. But can I? Is it possible for me to suddenly switch up after spending most of my life loving her?

There's a thin line between love and hate and once you cross that line, there's no going back. For me, that line was blurred.

Hannah had been my girlfriend for 10 years. Imagine how many memories you can make with someone within that time.

Then suddenly, she picks up and leaves. Like it wasn't really anything to begin with.

I need to forget about her, just like Sam said, I'm a grown man....right? But grown men go through heart breaks too.

Running my hand though my hair, I allowed myself to fall back on the bed. “What can I do to make it better?”

Maybe redecorate?

The idea popped into my head, making my eyes widen and glimmer at the possibility.

Suddenly, I was on my feet again, thinking about what to do.

Changing the color of the paint and furniture will be a good place to start. I can even hire an interior designer to revamp the space. I ran a mental list of the possibles people I could call to offer their services.

While scrunching my nose, I pondered aloud, “What color should I paint it exactly?”

White seems befitting and I can move the dresser, rearrange the wardrobe, and get rid of the memories. It will be better if I just hire someone. Although, it might be fun if I did it myself.

Time passed by quickly and I didn't even realize it was time for lunch until my stomach started growling. You'd be surprised at how much time to can spend thinking and just rambling to yourself about various ideas.

It wasn't until my stomach churned that I remembered I didn't have breakfast. Imagine that.

Apparently, weird is my new normal. The normal me would never miss breakfast, it's the most important meal of the day afterall.

I quietly opened the door, and glanced around, surveying the area.

It felt sneaky but I just wanted to be sure I wasn't going to be attacked by a child. Lucy seems like she's capable.

“Yup...no child”, I concluded when I didn't see any tiny human running around. “Thank goodness.”

Since I didn't have anything to worry about, I stepped out of my room.

It was safe, until I saw the white furball.

The dog sat in a corner sulking, she looked sad. For some reason unknown to me.

Did I care about it? Nope.

But did I try to make a conversation anyway? Most definitely.

"Tough life huh?" I called out to it, cocking my head.

She raised her head to look at me before sulking again.

" Oh, c'mon gummy bear. "

I tried very hard to keep a straight face nut this was my breaking point. Throwing my head back, I laughed out loud.

This was it huh? I am talking to a dog, one named gummy bear. What have I become?

This name is so ridiculous.

The dog suddenly glanced at me and barked, looking like she was ready to pounce on me any minute from now.

I took quick retreating steps as I saw her slowly stand and walk ever so calmly towards me.

"No!!!”

A loud shriek left my mouth as it lunged towards me. With its paws in full display.

My feet took me as fast as possible into my bedroom, and slammed the door behind me leaning against it as I tried to catch my breath.

" Yup, weird is definitely my new normal," I said still panting.

The creature was at the other side of the door, barking loudly. Aren't they only supposed to do that for intruders?

When did I become an intruder in my own home?!

I'll focus on that later, for now I just want to get out of the room.

So, I decided to beg instead. “Oh, c'mon you can't be upset. If I offended you, I'm sorry." Making sure to use a high-pitched voice, I crossed my fingers hoping she'll hear. And that she speaks English too.

The intense barking stopped for a few seconds, which was a relief. Until it continued again.

" Let's negotiate, I'm hungry.”

She didn't seem to be in the mods for negotiation, and focused on barking instead.

"What if I give you doggy treats and you'll nicely allow me to eat and return to my room. How about that?"

Nope.....still barking.

" Ummm nice toys and a walk every day for the next two weeks?” Smirking to myself, I continued, “It's not easy to get me to walk any dog. I'm a celebrity but here I am, voluntarily saying I'll walk you. You better take this offer.” Punctuating, I waggled my brows. As if it could even see me.

I don't care how ridiculous I sounded or looked. All that matters is that I'm getting really hungry, but the dog still didn't want to stop barking. So I can't leave my room.

I'm quite certain that it was stationed directly behind the door, ready to fight as soon as I got out. And there's no way I'll give it that satisfaction. There's no way my model body will get mauled by a dog.

"Fine, gummy bear I'm sorry.” It's high time to put my pride aside, “Can I come out now? "

Pride aside or not, she still didn't stop. Did she detect the sarcasm or is this dog a mind reader? I had to ask myself.

Frankly, this routine is becoming quite tiring.

“Dear gummy bear, please leave me alone. I'm sorry for anything I did that annoyed you, I'm really hungry and I'm sure I'll die from hunger any time soon. So what do you say?”

Finally, the barking stopped which I took as my cue to leave the room.

Once again, I had to open the door slowly, surveying the are. To be honest, I doubt that I'll ever be able to open it properly again. Not after today.

The dog was at the other side of the living room this time. The sight of her her caused my heart to skip a beat.

I took a few steps forward and she did too. Then I found myself taking retreating steps backwards instead. My breath hitched, like my life depends on whatever happens next.

A part of me could have sworn she smirked at me. As though she's trying to tell me never to mess with her again. Or perhaps, I had started hallucinating? Well, I wouldn't put that past me either.

These creatures are supposed to be a man's best friend but instead, she attacked me. What sort of gummy bear attacks humans?!!

I might as well finally declare that my life isn't normal anymore.