Chapter 271

Okay, so what am I supposed to do with this sort of a situation. I check the time on my phone and I see that it is just a few minutes past five, even if it is just a few minutes past five, it is late enough. Soon it will be six and by six no one is supposed to be in this house, at least not when my aunt isn't here and we are not supervised.

No one is supposed to even come in the first place, but that is something that we can work our way around. Eras practically left here around eight the other day, so had Clay and the skies didn't fall into the ground, but what do I really want to achieve with Adrian being here.

Okay, maybe it was pretty stupid pity that had made me invite him back here, but now that he's here I don't know if I want him to. Things could get really awkward really fast.

It seems Oakley doesn't want whatever confrontation is about to happen to happen, because she's relating with him so delightfully that you wouldn't know she was angry at him. Well I don't know if she's angry at him, but still I'm guessing it isn't really everyday that you miss your favourite pop star. Even if she had acted really familiar with him the first day that I had seen him face to face, I doubt that is actually lasting enough, they are both watching the TV show right now and I wonder what is so delightable about the show that they are watching.

They are both laughing like Maniacs and I wrack my brain at what to do. What to do?, what to do?, I can't find anything to do and I'm simply walking around, touching things that aren't scattered and making myself look busy, all the while hoping that time runs faster than it is running right now so the guy who is carrying our pizza and takeout order comes quickly.

Okay pizza isn't a really good thing to offer a pop star. I mean this is someone who practically eats at five star restaurants for fun, but he will have to accept whatever he's given, because as much as I look grown up, I'm not going to cook, and even if I am a girl, I do not know how to cook a thing.

I don't mind Oakley would even be any good at it, though i might have enjoyed Scott cooking.

I can't even remember the last time that I had eaten my brother's food. All the food I eat is from school, and if that bland tasteless thing they serve as food should make me happy, then it is not.

Even the pasta and meatballs that I had shoved down my throat today, it was by pure luck that it even had some bit of taste to it.

Gladys is doing a really really crude and horrifying job when it comes to cooking, says the person who has no skills in cooking whatsoever.