Diako PV
It's been about an hour since Logan left my house. I took a shower right after he left, cleaned my room and fed Lulu. Now I basically have nothing to do.
The weather outside is becoming hostile. Dark clouds are gathering outside and the day is overcast. Looks like a storm is brewing. Gosh! I hate thunder storms.
I go to my room and remember that my closet needs some proper organizing. I start folding my clothes into the closet.
I'm almost done when I spot an all too familiar whitish blue piece of clothing.
Conway's hoodie from the other night!
How haven't I given this back to him yet?
He must think I want it for myself. Maybe that's why he was weird last night. I should return this and apologize for my behaviour last night.
I fold it and put it aside and make a mental note to return it later. About fifteen minutes later I'm done so I go to my window to check the weather.
It looks like it'll be raining soon. I should hurry so I put the hoodie in a plastic bag. I take Lulu and head out of the house.
I make my way past a very familiar group of houses with Lulu safely tucked in my arms. She deserves some air, I haven't taken her out for days now.
I hear faint sounds of thunder rumbling in a distance as I cross the street to my destination.
I take a deep breath and knock on the familiar door awaiting my fate. I hear a faint "come in" and open the door.
I walk in through the front door and see a teenage girl on the couch with her feet dangling in the air. She has long dirty blond hair and she doesn't even look up from her phone.
On the fluffy white rug sits a little boy with cute headphones on, pieces of Lego are scattered all over. He's so focused on what he's building he doesn't even notice my presence.
"Hello, is Conway around?" I ask the blond girl.
"Conway! Someone's at the door asking for you.", she finally looks up from her phone and yells, tilt her head backwards.
Her eyes sparkle with excitement when she sees Lulu. She jumps to her feet and makes her way to me.
"Ncaw! Such a cute little bunny. Is it a she?",she asks pouting her pink lips while patting Lulu's head. Lulu growls at the gesture, she hates it when people touch her head.
"Yes it's a she, do you wanna carry her?", she nods enthusiastically and I carefully hand Lulu over to her, making sure not to hurt her fragile little spine.
"Just don't touch her head and ears, she doesn't like that." I explain to her.
"Uh...what are you doing here?"
To say I'm perplexed would be an understatement.
Conway McPherson is in spectacles. And are those piercings? Piercings and glasses on one face is a weird combination if you ask me.
But the combo gives him 'the level headed guy' look. I swear people would think he's mature. Good thing I know him too well, he's bipolar not even close to being level headed.
The white tank top he's wearing makes his defined chest stand out. And his thick thighs bulge out in his baby blue shorts.
The look on my face must be priceless because he clears his throat and startles me. Small traces of a smirk play on his lips as he watches me from behind his thick, tortoise shell glasses.
"Oh! Um...I...uh brought this back from the other day." I hand him the plastic bag. I awkwardly stand, shifting my weight from one foot to the other.
He takes a glance in the bag and curtly nods, looking straight in my eyes. His big amber eyes appear to be staring deep into my soul.
His stare is so intense, I have to to look down to recover from it. I cross my legs, bopping my left foot up and down. Something I do when I'm anxious.
"Is there anything else I can help you with?"
"Is Jules here? I'd to talk to the both of you." I manage to say, still fidgeting.
"No, mom isn't here right now. What did you wanna talk about?", he says still locking my gaze.
I scratch my forehead struggling to form words. He notices my discomfort and motions for me to follow him.
He leads me up a flight of oak stairs and we walk through the familiar hallway. He opens the door to what I think is his room.
"Come in.", is all he says.
The room is huge! A graphic black-and-white wallpaper covers the walls. It is paired with an industrial-style overhead lighting.
There's a grey Monarch computer desk by the door with a cute matching chair. A big black closet align the right side of the room into a linear sequence.
And of course, a punching bag is hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the room. It conjures a stylish sporty and athletic vibe.
The punching bag is not the only thing that's hanging in here. On the far left side of the room, next to the big french doors stands a swinging bed.
The bed is suspended from the ceiling and adds whimsy to the room. The french doors leading to the balcony, reveal the back yard garden, creating an airy and ethereal environment.
"Wow!" is all I manage to say.