CHAPTER TWELVE-REALITY
"What she means is that her parents are out of time. She's alone at home." Milan says, coming to my rescue. I'm really nervous about staying the night her. Misha asks me if it's true and I tell her that yes and I'm automatically staying the night.
"I'm so gonna kill you." I mouth to Milan as soon as he looks at me and he seems nonchalant.
As soon as dinner is over, I help Misha and Alejandro remove the dishes. I meet Milan in the kitchen.
"Why the hell would you do that?" I asked him; looking around just to make sure that Misha and Alejandro aren't hearing us.
"Because I can." He replies.
"You're such an idiot, you know that?" I say hitting him.
"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Do you want me dead or what? I'm already sick as it is."
"It seems your parents just listen to whatever you say." I tell him.
"Why not, around these walls, it's about me, so just stick to it." Milan says and before I can respond, Misha's voice fills the room.
"Desert is served!"
We go outside to the porch where the table is set. There are a lot of chocolates, a cowboy cake and some cupcakes. I've never been to such a united family with so much food I don't even think I can afford for one day. Misha serves the cakes and tells us to add if we want to. She holds out a guitar and starts playing in the worst way possible and I, Daryn and Alejandro burst out laughing.
#we had it all…loving neighbor's land and freedooooom# Misha sings.
"Stop it Hun, you're making it sound like a harpoon." Alejandro says.
"So what, at least I'm trying." Misha replies and continues singing.
"Someone please save us!" Alejandro says covering his ears.
"That's the worst I've ever heard, you're the worst guitarist ever." Daryn says. I look over at Lan and he literary doesn't care.
"Let me help." I say offering my hand and everyone's attention shifts to me.
"Wait, can you play?" Misha asks.
"Maybe, I can try." I reply and Misha gives me the guitar and I gently move my hands on the strings and keep playing and the tune comes out perfectly and I close my eyes to feel the tune. So I start singing.
#I grew up in America#
# at a time, it wasn't so bad#
I continue and look over at the others and see them looking so impressed. What, I can sing too. They all seem to be enjoying the song and the rest of them join me on the chorus, except Milan of course. After the song ends, they all start complementing me
"Wow, where'd you learn music from?" Misha asks, smiling.
"Actually, mom did music and she said I learnt it while I was still in her womb." I explain.
"You sure are so gifted, you gave me chills. Hey, Milan did you know she could sing like this?"
Milan just shrugs.
"I've always wanted to learn music, but it costed an arm and a leg." Misha jokes and we all rack up. I didn't want the evening to end. Misha leaves to mend the guest room and Alejandro leaves for bed. Daryn asked me to help her play a guitar and teach her to sing. Misha tells Daryn and Milan to take the instruments to the music room as soon as we are done.
MOMENTS LATER…
It's really getting late and I'm enjoying teaching Daryn music. She's kind of becoming like a younger sister.
"Enough Daryn, you need to rest." Milan says.
"But- "Daryn begins, but Milan cuts her midsentence.
"What's the time?" Milan asks and Daryn gives up. I help him carry the stuff into the music room and I look around; seeing a huge room with pianos, violines, guitars and other gadget. This is literary a musician's paradise.
"It's beautiful. Daryn was enjoying it. You didn't have to send her to bed." I say.
"She needs to rest, and so do you." He replies. My heart melts at that.
"So, in short you were worried about me, right?"
"Didn't say that either." He replies.
"Acting not to be concerned when you are is a total definition of a jerk." I remark.
"Maybe I love being a jerk, after all that's what everyone else thinks." Milan responds and I can hear the pain in his calm voice. Looking over at him, I see that he's dead serious.
"I-I didn't mean in that way." I stammer.
I just feel bad for being like everybody else who always think he's not good enough and calls him names. A minute of silence goes by. I don't know what to say to him anymore.
"Actually, I thought you were amazing." Milan says and I look over at him and find him staring at me again. to hear him say that feels so special. I'm literary blank and we have an eye contact. I can see my whole world in his eyes.
"I brought you the blankets." Misha says holding some blankets.
"Come on, I'll show you to your room." Misha says taking my hand.
"Goodnight." I say to Milan.
"Night back." He replies and we go to the room. Misha opens the beautiful black door with patterns and the room is amazing, like one on the, properties magazine. Everything in it is pure white and I didn't necessarily expect it to be this big, but it is. It has a huge mirror on the dresser, a golden chandelier, a coffee table with a remote control on it and a huge TV half the room. God, these people are so rich.
"And I brought you this dress, because I don't think you'd be comfortable sleeping in your casual clothes. I just hope if fits, coz girl you blessed." Misha says and we both crack up. I kind of feel a little embarrassed, I never thought of it as a blessing.
I try the dress on and it fits me. she tells me that she has given and leaves me to rest. I throw myself on the soft pure white bed and burry my face in it. My bed is not even this soft. I lock the door and gently wait for sleep to take over.
I wake up and get my toothbrush from my bag. One of the things I never walk without is my toothbrush and toothpaste among other things. I wash my face and looking at y reflection on the mirror, I push some hair out of it and see my entire face. I smile at it and realize how pretty I really am.
Misha comes to my room with a blush pink dress on a hanger, she offers me to wear it. It looks pretty expensive, but she refuses to take it back. It's now that I'm starting to believe that angels really exist. I shower and wear the dress. It's kind of tight, but comfy since it's fully elasticated. I tie my hair into a side sweep, wear some gloss and mascara and Misha invites me to the table as breakfast will be served at 0:30, oh how I wis my family did that, instead, everyone ate at their own times wherever they felt like it. Daryn and Alejandro tell me that I look good.
I look around and don't see Milan anywhere near the table. So I decide to ask his family.
"He's just gotten back from training; he has a game this Friday." Alejandro says. It makes sense now.
"Isn't he having breakfast today?" Daryn asks.
"I don't know, maybe we could have someone tell him breakfast is ready." Misha suggests.
"That doesn't sound good." Alejandro says.
"Of course it does, Real. Will you please go upstairs and call him? I'm sure he'll listen to her" Misha says referring to me.
"Maybe." Alejandro responds.
"Dear, go upstairs, the second room to your left." Misha says.
I set off for Lan's room. Theie staircase has a lot of family pictures and it's just beautiful. I look at the first door on my left and go for the second one as told. I lift my hand to knock, but get no response. I knock one more time and he doesn't respond. I hold the door handle to try to and twist it and realize it's unlocked; it cracks open.
"Lan!" I say getting in and looking around the room. His room is so iconic, it has purple lights and everything is purple and black in it. There's a glass shelf full of trophies and another full of shoes. I see his basketball shirts, neatly enclosed in a glass wardrobe and many pictures of himself and anime. There's a forty-two-inch TV on the wall and a huge dresser full of bottles of expensive lotions, deodorants, perfumes and colognes. His room is the neatest guy room I've ever been to. He has a ball collection on one of the sides and his bed is already made. If I had a room like this, then I wouldn't even think of getting out.
"Fuck! What are you doing in here?!" I'm brough back to reality by Milan himself. I turn to look at him.
He's only wearing a white towel tied around his west and water it dripping from his hair which is now no longer plaited but neck long and curly and water is moving down to his chest. He has really nice Abs and he's so smooth like a Roman God. How can one be so perfect? I think to myself. His well-built Athletic body is so nice that I could drool over it and the water on his body is making him look even hotter. He doesn't look too happy to see me.
"Umm..." I stammer, not knowing what to say to him.
"Well, I didn't know you were that eager to seduce me." Milan says and it stings. I feel kind of embarrassed right now. What does he even think of me. It's kind of painful and tears fill my eyes, but I just look down to avoid crying in front of him. I swallow hard.
"M-Misha sent me to tell you breakfast is served." I tell him and just rush downstairs without even hearing him out. I go back to the table and pretend everything is okay.
"Did you tell him, sweetie?" Misha asks as she serves me.
"Yeah, I did. He's getting ready." I say. Alejandro leaves for work.
A few moments later, Milan comes downstairs in his black shirt with purple mickey mouse on it drawn some skinny jeans ripped at the knee calf. I try my best not to catch his eye. We eat in silence and Daryn exits the table. I know it's soon going to be Misha. So, I quickly go the kitchen to clean the used dishes. Misha joins me.
She thanks me for visiting and tells me that I'm the daughter she never had and that she's scared Daryn's father will take her away. I also tell her of how much she reminds me of my mom and I tell her that my mom died and she starts feeling sorry for me, telling me she's always available for me. she tells me of how she'll be leaving for work and drop Daryn at her friend's place and I tell her bye in advance.
Misha tells me to visit whenever I feel like it and that she no one will have a problem with it. She's so kind to everyone, she hugs and afterwards, her and Daryn leave. I get back to the guest room, arrange everything the way I found it and pack my stuff. Milan comes to the door, making my abdominals hit up.
"You ignoring, right?" he asks.
"Listen Lan." I say taking a deep breath. "I'm not ignoring you, okay." I tell him.
"Seems so to me."
"I just feel awkward about the situation." I say.
"No hard feelings." He says.
"But you meant, right?" I ask looking over at him. His face is calm, as always.