"On a mission?", Rosita questioned Steve.
"Yep!" "How about you?", Steve replied.
"Probably.... I guess!"
"For how long?", Rosita inquired.
"I don't know yet. How about you?", Steve questioned in a serious tone.
"Until Julia dies!"
"What??!!! So you're her.....?!"
"Yup! your guessing it correctly!", Rosita confirmed.
"What mission? What angel? What are you guys talking about?", Julia questioned as she reached there with a pile of drinks.
"Nothing much sweet heart. We were discussing about why you look like an angel and how to protect you and how to execute this mission!", Rosita smiled in a nervous way.
"Wow! You suck at joking! Ros, I appreciate your talent but don't test them with me!"
Rosita smiled foolishly and they went on chit chatting. The day ended with immense glee.
Julia dashed few minutes at her favorite place, the library and reached home, saw a live concert of her favorite star and slept with a relief.
Even though she still has some questions circling her mind and some daring mysteries unsolved, she was satisfied for the day cause she didn't face any abrupt situations painstakingly.
It was half past eleven at mid night and suddenly Julia's windows shuttered. It disturbed her sleep. Being half asleep, she dragged herself towards the windows and closed them shut. When she turned back, there he stood, shining in the damp shades of her night lamp.
"It's the same handsome man again...", Julia moved forward to take a closer look. His blue eyes were mesmerizing. He gave her a warm smile. Before she could touch him, he disappeared into the dark.
"Good morning sweet heart", Sophie said in a sad tone.
"Good morning!..... Everybody?"
Her parents and all her relatives were standing around her. She was shocked and tried to move her legs but she couldn't. Only then she saw a big plaster and felt an immense pain in her left leg.
After she got her conscious back completely, she remembered that yesterday night, in the excitement of reaching the handsome man, she twisted her ankle and fell down. Earlier this morning while she was half asleep, her leg was plastered.
"Oh god! My life sucks!", she frowned.
"What happened?.... what happened? Juli....!, Juli.....!", Rosita gasped as she ran into Julia's room.
"Hey.. hey.. Ros! breathe... slowly...sit down", Julia said softly.
"Oh my god! What happened to your leg!!?"
"Not a big deal! I twisted my ankle yesterday night... It will be alright soon, a few days later."
"Thank God! I thought if you couldn't walk anymore, I would have to push and pull you around everywhere in your wheel chair everyday! "
Julia stared at Rosita.
"Just kidding sweet pie... even if your brain is paralyzed, I will still be your nanny", Rosita poked Julia's cheeks with her finger.
Both the girls giggled and started chatting. Later, Rosita left to pack things from her home. She decided to stay with Julia until she got better.
"Do you want apple juice or orange juice sweet heart?", her dad questioned.
Julia was immersed in thoughts. That handsome face circled around her head all day.
"Sweet heart?? Apple or orange juice?", her dad asked again.
"Ah??? Ah !..... orange is fine dad"
"Ok done! I will convey it to him", her dad left the room.
"Thanks dad! Wait! Convey it to whom?"
"Your boyfriend of course!", her mom side eyed and smirked."
"Irwin... do you need any help my son?", Julia's mom shouted.
"I am fine mom. I'll be there in a minute!", a manly voice replied from the kitchen.
"Mom? Son? What's going on here? And who the hell is Irwin?"
"Oh sweety!....he is...", her mom started.
"Your juice is ready my queen!", he interrupted.
Julia turned around to take a look.
(scream!!!)
---HELLO MR. PSYCHIC ANGEL---
- croon girl