Chapter 191

I decide to finally release myself out of bed, and I get to carrying out the money rituals.

The rituals of brushing my teeth, combing my hair, taking my bath and looking for something suitable to wear. I'm guessing that all this should see incomparable easy, but it is incomparably hard for me, it is really hard.

It seems even with the pleasantness in which I had woken up in this room, I would happen life is determkn to frustrate me. It is determined to frustrate all my effort as I can practically find nothing that is my own in here. I cannot find my brush, I cannot find my hairbrush, i can't even find my makeup kit and I wonder exactly who's handiwork this is.

For all I know it could be either Oakley or Scott, though I doubt Scott is in the mood to be carrying out this sort of prank right now.

If it is Oakley, it only leaves me wondering exactly when she had the time to sneak in here and to make away with my things. It's leaving me wondering exactly how I can have such a mysterious person as a best friend, and it also gives me this feeling of excitement in my chest.

I decided not to jump into any conclusions and simply find my way downstairs to go ask them exactly which one of them was responsible for this. I am placing all my bets on Oakley.

After Scott had finished his little performance last night he simply stood up and went into his room, he didn't stand up so fast enough that I did not notice hs was in pyjamas though he did not utter a word to me after stunning me with the beauty of his voice.

He simply stood up and went into his room probably getting himself prepared for a good night's sleep. I also dread the interaction that we are going to have today.

If I know my brother a little bit, which I probably do, I'm guessing that it will be nothing awkward, it won't be so awkward that I will not even be able to talk to him, but yet it will be awkward enough with me knowing that we have not still talked about his feelings.

I will suddenly need to assume the role of the protective mother hen asking her little chick how he's feeling every ten minutes, and asking him exactly how is holding up, I groan inwardly at the ordeal.

I had asked Eras exactly how he are found his way into my house and how he have gotten on such good terms with my brother, he only gave me something of a shy smile.

Well, it would happen that he saw Scott struggling with the bags on the road and looking beat down and so he simply offered to drive him home, and he stuck around later on.

He stuck around to my brother ignoring him and simply getting a bath, and walking into the music room ready to play his sorrows away.